The world tried to paint her red when she wanted to be blue. She appeared purple, just a mixture of the two – neither what she wanted to be or what she was expected to be. A butterfly that became trapped in her cocoon. Colors blossomed and then faded, over and over again. A butterfly confined, bounded by the pressures surrounding. The red became overwhelming until the day she broke free. Then blue wings touched the sky.
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Another beautifully written piece, but with a distinct tone and prose from the rest of your work. This one flows so differently. Between that and the message it really tugs at the heartstrings. This idea of living one’s life how one wishes versus the expectations others have of them–I think we can all relate in some small way. Such a beautiful, moving piece, and I hope to see more like it. Excellent job once again!
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Wow. Real good🙏💕
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Thank you! 💕
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