He only said one line.. but it blew my mind.. My heart ached inside.. and the pain would not hide.. I pressed beneath my ribs..Oh stop it! God forbid! but it was too late.. it wouldn't wait.. like a million butterflies.. they went racing up my spine.. each escaping through my eyes.. into a new disguise.. each became a tear.. that I couldn't hide.. so I cried and cried and cried..I cried a million butterflies.
Reason for writing:
I have a thought that an unkind spoken word or sentence
can sometimes..so easily sensitize ones inner self to a point
where an instant eruption of uncontrolable expressions will
appear.. one being the tears.
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