it's not only the goodbye that hurts,
it's the flashbacks that follow...
official m.h.s. alumni
you know the moment, when you first release the butterfly from it's cage and you can see it flying higher than it ever has before? you can see its freedom, its first moments to go as high as it possibly can? and once you let it go, you know you'll never get it back? that reminds me of myself. because i've finally found myself, which was like someone opening up my cage and setting
me free.
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