You never just catch the moments as just the truth
But knowing it all will be set free
So leave the wings of the butterfly as a memory
Where time flies just like the rest
And within our thoughts our dreams love and wake up to the reality of life.
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From my Lily, to my butterfly
Teen FictionThe Lily of my butterfly where my life felt like more than a story where each year of HighSchool felt like a dream inside of a life experience where looking back into my days I realized my life and the friends I had made there were times were memori...
