The Moth

Everytime I go to the bank... I run into some beautiful butterfly or moth... This time I ran into a moth....I wonder how old this moth is....how was it's life before it grew wings...the power to take flight and leave whenever it desires....how simple is this moth's life? How hard is this moth's life? It's colors not as bright as it's butterfly cousin but you can sense it's way stronger... Maybe even smarter....why did you let me get some close to you? How can you trust a human? What do you know that I don't, Moth?











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