bee, now i am a butterfly who lose its wing.
i always wondering about how is your feeling when you were flying. is it make you feel dizzy? or make you feel happy?
bee, one day i want to start to walk, but my legs broke.
i am still standing like this, lean on a young tree and wait the wind blow me or just make the air touch me as i want.
i am a dead tiny creation. life in the middle of sick nature. who would save me? will i survive? am i life now?
bee, will you save me? are you here for me?
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tebarkan cinta :)