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A blue butterfly, wings worn thin,
Tugged at a rock with a thread so grim.
Each step a mountain, each breath a plea,
Yet still she climbed — determinedly.
The stone mocked heavy, her body light,
But she burned with a stubborn, flickering fight.
“I’m trying,” she whispered, tear meeting air,
As she dragged her weight up one more stair.