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Balancing on a thin, straight wire, I feel as if I'm getting higher. Looking down to the ground, makes my heart begin to pound. Unable to remember how I got myself here, my stomach is knotted from the intense fear. The only way down is to fall, but falling from this height would end it all. My emotions are making me lose control, the stress and anxiety is taking its toll. One step forward and another back, the wrong move could make this tightrope snap.

Tonight, amongst the smoke and the fireflies, I am dancing with wolves - the stars in my eyes, the wind blowing through my tangled hair, makes this feeling so spectacular yet rare. I know I'm considered a part of their pack, when they tell me that they'll watch my back, through the tranquil nights and eventful days... ...I feel like I'm slipping away... As I awaken, I can do nothing but smile, I think of those wolves for quite a while. They'll be there; protecting me, and I know where they will always be. When the day finally ends, I cannot wait to encounter my protective friends. Once my head reaches the pillow... I am surrounded by glori

Moving with both grace and skill, through the thick snow, you lope. You look upon the glistening hill, and then down the awaiting slope. Your fur ruffles with each of your moves, accentuated by your heavy breathing. This feature somewhat proves, that looks can be deceiving. Tired from your latest hunt - the arduous task of attacking prey. Your exhaustion is expressed by a deep 'grunt', as you settle down for the remainder of the day. The moonlight captures your crystal eyes, showing off your natural beauty. Although this is hidden by a disguise, when you are back on duty.

You think pain is a form of art, as you take my heart and tear it apart, And make me bleed on your behalf, while you laugh as I break like glass, You treat me like some old rag doll, destroying my soul is your main goal, I am worthless, that's what you say, I am to obey you or be forced to pay.

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You stood out from the crowd; I immediately notice you there. You stand tall and proud; Even as you hide away from my stare. Looking uncomfortable - A sense of awkwardness in the room. Your trembling hands are pressed against the wall, You've been through a lot, I assume. I see your thin body and pale skin. As you quickly run away, I am unable to even begin, To encourage you to say what you have to say. It's going to take a lot to replace, The memory of that girl with the wasted face.

The vibrant sun enlightens your wings, Twitching and fluttering constantly, You fly past a bird who sings, Dismissing its calls nonchalantly. Searching for fresh, colourful flowers, You get along well with bees, Staring at the sky for what seems like hours, Your beauty could bring the sun to its knees. Always free to roam where you must, No one tries to capture you, For you will completely turn to dust, And there's nothing anyone can do. Flutter by, my little butterfly, And ensure that your mission will be completed, Always ask people how and why, And never, ever become defeated.