Finding a place.

Break apart the day.
Burn through it
As it burns through you.

Find something sacred.

Men become gentlemen again.
Retracing back footsteps
Rewriting my story.

The sad girl makes monsters in the spotlight.
She exists there.
I found a home where she won't follow.
Hidden between leather and concrete.
I'm a butterfly at last.

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This resonated with me on a

This resonated with me on a number of levels. 


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