words can't form the feeling i have right now
this emptiness, it's a hardly a feeling at all. i feel hollow, like all the butterflies i once had burst through my stomach and left a hole in my chest. what happened to the magical feeling? the hope? i bet the butterflies took it with them, off to their next hopeful girl, to suck the good out of her like milkweed.
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