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I was told onceThat at one pointThat i would go boy crazyWhere is my madnessWhere are my butterflyThey should be trap in my stomachI wish for word to get caught in my throatBut noI have hate for flowery wordsI don’t beat around the bushI have never been good at being humanI have never been In loveI didn’t get the butterflyThat i crave for