I've always admired butterflies, they remind me of people in this world; as the graceful Fluorescent wings glide the winds breath yet beautiful as they may seem from the sites of which you may lay rest the illusion is how beauty is augmented up close there the most hideous of creatures, small and conniving with tongues that sprawl out much like the tongues of our inner demons. For we do not give courtesy and trust unless it has been gained yet no one makes rules on which one should be given. This knowledge one can apply to people well as beautiful as one may seem deep inside the frivolous and uncanny wants of a person may be hideous which draws the line between the barrier of courtesy. The illusion of one's beauty is fragile and weak and can easily be broken much like the wings of a butterfly. And if you were to break those wings in your hand and strip it of its beauty it will lie on the ground with the rest and you could call it justice. Oh the things we would do for beauty and the truth if only we could be both.
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