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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