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Golden butterfly dancing amongst the broken trees
Why do you cry?
Are you scared, do you feel fear?
The net draws close,
Tourquoise eyes glisten near
It's mind is haze
Fly away butterfly
Dance where I can hear.
©2006-2009 ~encrypted-sanity
:iconencrypted-sanity:

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Er... yeah. Don't ask me what this really, deeply means because I don't know. Perhaps the other me is doing some kind of drug and I'm feeling the aftereffects. Who cares.

Sorry about the lame category choice.
ask before using.

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:iconyami-hikari:
You ripped that off from some song lyrics, and I know it because I was tidying my room and found the sheet of refill with that on and where it came from and I put it on your bed.
I like the one with broken glass better, anyway. :P

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:heart: ~Sei-Jin
:iconencrypted-sanity:
For your information, I wrote that last year while sitting at the bus stop after school waiting for you. It isn't song lyrics. And the other version was all emo-cut-myself-coz-i'm-sad. Cutting yourself for pain is a dumb idea. I like my blood inside me, thanks.

Anyway, I wrote it myself. So there.

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"Old men like me don't make points. Theres' no point."
"Is that why there are no young men on the council?"
"Good point."
:iconyami-hikari:
"So there."

Who's calling who petty?

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:heart: ~Sei-Jin
:iconencrypted-sanity:
Depends who you are talking to, my dear. :)

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"Old men like me don't make points. Theres' no point."
"Is that why there are no young men on the council?"
"Good point."

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