I am a butterfly: please don't clip my wings.
Who are you to presume to own me?
I crawled out of the crysalis on my own,
Where were you then?
You were not to be found as my wings dried,
Dangers lurking and me at my most vulnerable.
You left me alone defenseless at the mercy of strangers.
You don't deserve me anymore.














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love where thou wilt
When you gonna come see me?
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