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Part three ; where I realized she was a butterfly and I was just a caterpillar

I always knew that

she was different

but it wasn't until then I saw

what made her different.

It was that moment

when she looked me

into the

eyes

and I started

drowning.

But then suddenly

she shyly looked away

and she

unfolded her

wings,

only to be seen by those

who wanted to see.

And they

were

be au ti ful.

~

Fears?

I hate spiders and bugs and all this little things that fly and walk! And I also don't like cars

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