Nine Butterflies(Probably gave up on this)

Nine Butterflies(Probably gave up on this)

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I envy those who wish upon the stars, those who ask and get answered by their gods. I envy those, those people who can easily make everything live to their expectations, those who find love in it's purest form. Know when you get sick of those frivolous things, those things that you do trying to fit in, even knowing that you don't belong in that place. Just because you don't wanna be lonely, all the ones you thought were your friends turned out not being what you expected. They simply just left leaving you alone. That's my drama. You probably aren't interested in what I've got to say, I wouldn't be any interested myself , anyhow don't fell bad for me because I'm the happy ending, at least.
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