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"Some people stay broken. Some pick up the pieces and put them back together with all the sharp edges showing" Once upon a time, there was a gardener with a wicked mind and overly obsession with butterflies and little girls. Once upon a time, this gardener decided that we were his to claim and his to turn into a butterfly of his garden, condemned to death, which came to be our only thought of comfort, as we waited patiently for the day we would be forever frozen in resin. Once upon a time, few butterflies crawled out of the garden, crawled - not flew, but they left, that's what mattered. Once upon a time, the butterflies flapped their broken wings, and the world was not ready for the hurricane that would come with them. "We were his butterflies with broken wings, since we could never fly, only fall"
Eden
