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being a butterfly would help.
having a very limited lifetime,
living it like my last day,
never thinking,
always smiling.
flying through the oblivion,
going without knowing where you head to,
having no one behind you
that would care if you left.
it would suffice.
a life,
too short to love,
yet too long to fly.
it would be okay.
if my days were numbered,
if i could end this whenever i wish,
i wouldn't care this much.
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achroous
ChickLiti see no colors, i only know the pureness of white and the mystery of black. (cadie)