i found the raffle ticket
from the 7th grade dance
and was reminded
that we, like a raffle
we were nothing
but a chance
a/n: so this is based on something that actually happened to me (more so than the other ones) so yea...
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MIDNIGHT BUTTERFLIES , poetry
Poetry⁰⁰⁰ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 ── the butterflies of my thoughts soar off at midnight . and there's no flying after them , for my wings have been broken . ( SHORT POEMS ) ‧˚...
