Like Butterflies It's complicated. It's unspeakable. It's nothing. I'm fine, I'm okay. It's all a bunch of lies. People come and go like butterflies -- and I'm left here all alone. Thinking about who I am and what I will become. It's terrifying. It's just not fair to watch people come and go, using me as a stepping stone.
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