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When Butterflies Die
My heart jumps
Their knife stabs through my back
I had some beautiful purple wings now they are gone
I look down and see my wonderful creation torn apart
But why would they do that
the people I breathed life into
Trash cluttered the streets
i gave them everything
trash, shootings,and destruction
is how they repay me
I stare as a tear runs down my cheek
I have to start over
goodbye
Their knife stabs through my back
I had some beautiful purple wings now they are gone
I look down and see my wonderful creation torn apart
But why would they do that
the people I breathed life into
Trash cluttered the streets
i gave them everything
trash, shootings,and destruction
is how they repay me
I stare as a tear runs down my cheek
I have to start over
goodbye
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