Sometimes I feel like boiling water  Left on a high flame I will eventually boil over Or dying flames  Left alone  I will eventually fade Both of course are inevitable  But I am much more then these analogies  I am made up of more than my negativity  I am more I am alive and apart of this earth No matter how empty or disconnected I may feel  I am complex Made up many puzzle pieces I just haven't found out how to put myself together  And that's okay  Sometimes I feel like a cloud Untouchable  I will eventually come down  Sometimes I feel like a blank canvas  Full of potential  I will eventually become a masterpiece M.M

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