Butterfly Girl

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I was a witness to hopes decay,

I was a light on your darkest day.

You were a secret I couldn’t tell;

You were a dream sent from hell.

I know you’ll haunt my every dream,

You will be heard in every scream.

My freedom is something I can never earn,

Even in death I know you’ll return.

As I watch the blood flee from your skin,

I lie waiting for the nightmare to begin.

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