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broken butterfly
“butterflies can’t see their own wings”
my wings were unique, folded and geometric
i felt proud, never hid them like a secret
i was called brave
↳”i’d want to die if i were you”
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
that’s all my wings could do (i was okay with...
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