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broken butterfly
âbutterflies canât see their own wingsâ
my wings were unique, folded and geometric
i felt proud, never hid them like a secret
i was called brave
       âłâiâd want to die if i were youâ
i pulled my antennas over my eyes
i naively accepted compliments at face value (i belonged)
when it came time to fly, i could only flutter
thatâs all my wings could do (i was okay with...
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