Butterfly effect
I remember the day of the battle core;
The day I cried, the day we died.
You shouldn’t have called me your butterfly;
Now I’m spreading my wings;
I’m not coming back this time.
I remember the day we hit the shore;
The day I told you, up to here and no more.
You shouldn’t have called me your butterfly;
You should have kept in mind;
That everything is meant to die.
A tiny mistake can have the most terrible effect;
You shouldn’t have called me your butterfly;
Now I’m flapping my wings ready to catch flight;
And I’m not coming back again this time.
-Tatiana Flores
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