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Butterflies

Poetry

Emotions are like butterflies, gnawing at your stomach lining, filled with nerves. They lie dead, filled with grief. They escape, filled with hope. Blossoming into a reigning monarch in success and happiness.

HOPE

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by nightdown

by nightdown

HOPE

Gripped

By hands that aren't my own

Stabbed

With thoughts that aren't my own

Dwarfed

By feelings that shouldn't be my own

Fear.

Depression.

Suicide.

Loved

By hearts that aren't my own

Hugged

By arms that aren't my own

Reassured

By friends I can call my own.

Friendship.

Comfort.

Peace.

THANK YOU ALL FOR READING/VOTING FOR MY STUFF -- IT REALLY MEANS A LOT TO ME

MERRY CHRISTMAS/ HANUKAH / KWANZA / NEW YEAR

I LOVE YOU ALL <333

~LIZ