“Just a week ago, I felt like a butterfly that had spent years inside some sort of cocoon. I’d been afraid to venture out into the world on my own. But I flapped my wings a few times, and once I started to fly, the isolated darkness I’d been in for so long seemed more like a punishment than a place of protection. Now I desperately wanted to crawl back into that cocoon, yet it seemed I could no longer fit.”
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