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I see a butterfly,
ripped and tired,
but still holding onto
whats left to be shown to the world.

We ignore the butterfly as it is a whisk of air that we breath but never see,
but the butterfly knows it's own strength and will never acknowledge the people the pear into it's flaws,
but to look past them.

The butterfly will forever be a piece of our world. Invisible as it might seem.
The butterfly has a story worth telling.
Even if people walk by ignoring.
The butterfly will forever be soaring

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