(At the end she turns into a storm of butterflies and she’s finally, finally free.)
Being married was ridiculous.
Ridiculous. I feel like a pack of butterflies (among other things). It’s not good or bad…it’s just me, finally, breaking apart into all of my pieces.
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that's fucking beautiful. will you someday send me some of your poetry? please?
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