She dances in a field full of fireflies and wonders,
Why her family and her best friends have shunned her.
She left little trinkets through this path,
But now she cannot seem to find her way.
Now she remembers dresses,
and the smell of lilacs.
She remembers catching those firelies in her hands,
Just as her family finished discussing things,
That were too complicated for her to understand.
But she did understand them then,
and she wishes that she didn't.
Because understand was knowing.
And knowing was understanding,
that there was hate and greed and guilt,
and selfishness and heartbreak,
Past the field of innocent fireflies.


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