«Insomniac butterflies»

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There are two types of insomnias for me :

One that feels like soft butterflies in my stomach
Fluttering their wings as I think that when the sun wakes up
I get to see you again

And the other feels like those butterflies turned vicious
And ate me inside out, nibbling on my heart and tearing through my skin
Leaving only a bloody mess behind
That's when I know I won't.

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