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Butterfly.
She was young sticked to her dear,
afraid to fall to come near.
To come out she had the fear,
as some misued her this was her reason,
life is difficult with sorrow and treason.

She was a butterfly, so beautiful.
All wished to tame her and they did.
It was her fate which was shaped,
to be with someone better than raped.
In a life full of burdens,
where the incharge were the wardens.

She now don't have the urge,
to go out and take the charge,
seems like it has been ages,
now butterflies don't come out of their cages.

But time will come when they too will fly,
all together they will make a beautiful sky.

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