Early Snow

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Maybe I’ll answer

Maybe I’ll keep ignoring it

The blare of the million hearts breaking

The fall of a thousand summer butterflies

Hit by early snow

Tumbling through their lives

Their wings become so damaged

Its torture to keep them alive

It’s a mercy to crush them

Take all their pain away

So I'm just going to escape

Answer your call for help

And walk all over

That heart I supposedly broke beyond repair

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A/N:

Oh golly, who knows what this piece is... Review?