| 7:54 AM |
Arround My Candles ! |
A butterfly used to come every night to my warm dark room, turning around, climbing my shoulders .... I used to call her Batty .One night she burned her wings ... OMG ... I told you before to keep out of my candles !
How can I help now ? ... I have nothing to do !
I can't even kill her if that would kill the pain she suffers !! Or may be she wants to live to the last second of life !
I got no idea what to do .... It's not even my fault .... !!
Whatever Batty ..... I'm not leaving you !
1 Comments:
Take the opposite meaning
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