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I keep dreaming.
It's a bad dream.
A butterfly. If you take the dust from its wings, it can't fly anymore. And then it dies. Their lives are short enough as it is. Why would anybody ...?
Things in dreams are not what they are like in reality.
I would call her my butterfly sometimes. My beautiful golden butterfly. She would dance in circles around me, pretending to be flying and I pretended to try and catch her and
But it is just a dream. It is not real. I'd know.
You might not be able to see a golden butterfly hiding in the dark. But it's still there. It's just - hidden.
It's not crushed on the ground. It is not ashes.
It is not ashes.
It's just the dust it leaves behind when it flies.
I would know.
It's a bad dream.
A butterfly. If you take the dust from its wings, it can't fly anymore. And then it dies. Their lives are short enough as it is. Why would anybody ...?
Things in dreams are not what they are like in reality.
I would call her my butterfly sometimes. My beautiful golden butterfly. She would dance in circles around me, pretending to be flying and I pretended to try and catch her and
But it is just a dream. It is not real. I'd know.
You might not be able to see a golden butterfly hiding in the dark. But it's still there. It's just - hidden.
It's not crushed on the ground. It is not ashes.
It is not ashes.
It's just the dust it leaves behind when it flies.
I would know.