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Once I watched a butterfly.
I watched it slowly unravel and die.
Its withered wings brought me to tears,
teaching me how to face my fears.
I watched it slowly unravel and die.
Its withered wings brought me to tears,
teaching me how to face my fears.
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Most of the poem goes along with the song lyrics of this video.www.youtube.com/watch?v=peRS3K…
"You don't have to be afraid. You don't even have to be brave."
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^^ beautiful.