Butterfly
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"...Of course, they wouldn't understand. They've been pampered their whole life. They don't know how it feels to be me. They don't know what it's like to see your mother get beat by your dad for six years. They don't know what it's like to be pushed around by everyone you know. They'll never understand. Nobody will." I let my fear bring me down. I locked myself in my mind thinking I was alone. I was scared if I let somebody in I would be hurt again but then I realized...The change I was avoiding was the one that would give me wings...so I changed...and I flew.
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I wanted her to scream, "Because you make my heart bleed, when you look at me like that!" She'd say something like, "Why would you want your heart to bleed? If I'm causing you pain, what good am I too you?" Maybe I'd answer, "No one thing can be beautiful, without a little pain. You're not just pain, you're the one beautiful thing.. MY beautiful thing." Then we'd kiss, and the rain would start. But she didn't. She never will. It's the things we don't say.

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