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Note to self.
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Ongoing, First published Jun 25, 2016
Mature
hey you !
 yes you butterfly, why putting so much burden on you??
aren't you meant to soar in the sky??
let the storm come in your way.
aren't you the one who play with fire??
so what if you fell, so what if you get burns??
aren't you the one who rise again from the ash??
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