But I made you sing, and you made me cry
And you left that butterfly, with its broken wing to die.
YOU ARE READING
Things I'll never say
Short Story" You took all my words when all I wanted to do was say them " - we write to kill. But, am I trying to kill you ?-
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But I made you sing, and you made me cry
And you left that butterfly, with its broken wing to die.
