All the butterflies has turned into dusts

Eight years have gone, 
and now you're gone. 

Memories keep flashing in my mind, 
how i wish i could turn back time, 
to the days when i call you mine,
where i can hold you in my arms, 
and tell you that i missed you from the start. 

Now that you can be you, 
you're finally free. 

And i shall be gone, 
for good. 



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