Broken Butterfly

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It's funny how little things can break you. How even just a few small words can cause you to crumble down.

All it takes is one name to cause me to run past my brother Ashton, into my room as the tears stream down my face, locking the door behind me.

And the next thing I know, my arm becomes a canvas, patterned with trails of red paint.

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