Who killed my butterflies? Every single last one of them, they all died. They started to slowly, but I apparently didn't notice because there was still so many. At one point the butterflies were just endangered, & doomed to never last-I knew it. I didn't want to know it, I realized that on my favorite day of the year, everything in that day went wrong, I should have put up the walls there. No, this time I let them all die off, & those butterflies, they feasted on my heart & my soul, but that is just the way life is. I used to go on & on & on about how everyone should stop crying over stupid shit like this, & then I realize I am stooping to their level as of now. I stopped having feelings & once I start it all dies on me. The candle was lit, it melted, but something blew it out. Even when the butterflies died off, I didn't feel that pain in my heart & soul, since they all went away I forgot I had those for a moment. I thought of you first my love, I let go for you, & I did what was right. I should have been someone, I was too afraid. Now the morning after the extinction, this is all really hitting me. The ghosts are haunting me, I'm doomed. I deny to complain, it shows ignorance, it shows vulnerability, weakness. What if he knows? Does he feel this pain I feel? Does he feel like longing I am feeling? This horrible truth is so pathetic I can't even write any further.
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best fucking thing i have ever read, shaylynn marks.