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Butterfly
Mind wonders as time goes by.
The fabric of memories start to fade.
Do I really need to remember?
I don't want to anymore.
Be free, they say. Fly away little butterfly.
I am no butterfly. But sometimes I wish I could fly away.
Alas I am only a child.
Left alone in this cruel world it seems.
No ones here only me.
They say don't grow up too fast.
But maybe that's the best way to cope.
The fabric of memories start to fade.
Do I really need to remember?
I don't want to anymore.
Be free, they say. Fly away little butterfly.
I am no butterfly. But sometimes I wish I could fly away.
Alas I am only a child.
Left alone in this cruel world it seems.
No ones here only me.
They say don't grow up too fast.
But maybe that's the best way to cope.
Published 8th Mar 2013
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