butterfly girl

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her wings were as fragile

as glass; one blow

and her soul would splinter

into a million pieces

shard after shard

heartbreak after heartbreak

she would pick them up

and mend her broken spirit

all over,as if nothing had 

ever happened; nobody knew

she hid her scars too well

away from the light

in the shadows of her heart

then one day, he came along

pinned her down and broke

her soul once and for all

tore off her wings 

robbed her of her life

so she would never

feel the same pain ever

again.


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