False Solitude
They made a cell just for me,
In which not a single thing could enter or escape.
But every night at midnight,
A blue butterfly would fly and perch itself on my shoulder,
And whisper “False solitude is a prison you must shatter,
Like the illusion that plagues your mind.”
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