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It's happened again. I should be used to it by now. I get with a guy and everything is great for a while and then WHAM!
I have a big bruise on my knee, and it's because of Justin's drinking.
He asked me to get him a bottle of beer and I made a smart remark and...and...
I dropped the godddamned bottle on my knee. He says I caused it, but you can totally see how it's his fault.
Why do these things keep happening to me?
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Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames
but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try
but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy
to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser
butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find
a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.
