A Damaged Butterfly

January 15, 2020

I grew up as a catipiler

Most of my life

Being picked on by many

With no where to run

To exposed how damaged I'm

With many nights of crying

And others with fighting

But I'm here thriving

To help my heart from dieing

Keep pushing

To get my wings

To become a butterfly

To fly away

From the problems in my life

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