like the black butterfly on a tree, being such creature that hide its beauty behind the pale, dark skin even in the daylight.
no one would see them, no one would understand their beauty.
but being alone somehow is a gift not every can posses, not some could understand.
but sometimes, we don't need to some to understand, we don't need some to see what we are.
because we are what we want to be, and we need to move on..
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