Butterfly.

I remember that story you told me once,
about a caterpillar that you tried to save between you hands
but you crushed it instead.
and that is exactly what you did to me.
You put me in a box with 'fragile glass' written with black marker on it
and you did it to protect me from yourself.
You belive death and destruction is all what you're capable of.
But I never had the chance to prove you wrong.

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