A random Twilight fan fic
A butterfly. How delicately she flies, how softly her wings indent the breeze, so fragile, so yet undeniably beautiful. She had often found herself wondering, how such a faint being can take flight, against the continuous forces rising against her. Yet once again the wings keep beating, unfazed and unaltered 由 fear. Can a being with such a dainty appearance remain true of heart, when all around her seems lost?
Is this true of all that surrounds us? we are each 给 choices, we are all alike, are we this butterfly? Are your wings beating in desperation to keep some how airborne, 或者 are you...
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