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It was late dark at night
I was done moving my few possesions back alone again
I moved my fears and hopes and in the end
I was no longer alone in my new state of life
Who was with me?
Who werent with me before?
Picking up my own self from the floor
I was growing wings on my back and a smile on my face.
Yet it was impossible not to be changed
It was impossible left withouth the scar tissue
Several clothes items and meaningless photographs
was all I had left,
15 years of my life were over but it felt like the first day
The day I stabbed myself in order to give life to my body
I murdered my freedom,
and allowed the time to pass me by numb to my surroundings
 Life never explains why points the finger of fate on you,
why you were the one the at the wrong place and time
standing there like a kid does, clueless and innocent
with the bubly laughter of a young soul
the fate of life took your hand and disappeared with you in the night
or maybe saw your face in a crowd and thought it was so easy
prey on this dreamer soul unaware of danger
Oh how simple must had been for life to take this colored butterfly
and leave it in a box to test the power of your survival

I sat there in the end,
asking myself if I can think of this as a beginning or an ending
..
 15 years were erased forever
But I discover that a butterfly
holds the strength to fly through the blow of a winter.