I feel like a butterfly without wings.

I feel something beautiful and wonderful could have become of me.

I could have seen amazin places, but somebody took my wings, my beauty and my freedom.

Or am I just not brave enough to fly?

Maybe I don’t know how to use my wings?

Maybe I was never taught how to use them?

It’s too late now.

Somebody has captured me.

Maybe not flying is better for me after all.

But I want to fly!

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