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

She was so different

yet so perfect

and I loved her for it.

Because she was

ripped

at every edge,

and that's what made her a

masterpiece.

So I wished, like never before

that I had wings too

so I could fly

with her.

But I was just a  c a t e r p i l l a r

where she was the most

beautiful

b u t t e r f l y

I had ever seen.

~

I'm wearing two different socks

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