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Being me, I would say was the greatest thing, Despite these days when I'm pained, Back then I knew I could do anything, These days I'm just watching the rain, Used to spend hours and hours reading,
The Creative arts, They reach out to her They tell her she’s not alone. The Empty spaces, They reach out to her
She flies in the inner city. Surrounded by different flocks, which one is best to join? Colorful birds flying in the sky Why can't she be more like them? Wings, large and wide,
There was once a girl who followed everyone. She didn’t know how to lead her own life; Always listening for the next instructions. Hiding behind the leaders. Offering advice only in her mind. 
  Before I leave home every day, I make sure to put a mask on. The mask of happiness, excitement, and love. Behind that mask though, there's none of the above.
Shy. Insecure, Embarrased Unconfident She glares at the two piece shimmery white bikini, hanging up on the wall It called out to her It was beautiful.
Everyone hassling for an answer, Treating me like a puppet dancer,
Emotion. The one true feeling that seperates us from them.
I feel trapped inside of my own body.
Let your words be unchained, your thoughts unhindered. Release the power you hold within. Let every thought filling every corner of your mind out, like butterflies released into the spring air. Speak freely.
I see the puppies, c​oddled and stroked- cooed at and held. So innocent and sweet, as they nibble at your fingers. I see the dogs as they stand by an owners side-
The light is cold. The day is dark. The only thought I have, a spark. The only breath I breathe, my mark. In this ever-changing world.   The mirror is the truth, my face.
Oh, how I wish, how I wish I could be a butterfly Soar way up high and fly so high Clouds so cool, touching my face so cool, so cool. Take me away to a place Where butterflies Flutter by
Oh, how I wish, how I wish I could be a butterfly Soar way up high and fly so high Clouds so cool, touching my face so cool, so cool. Take me away to a place Where butterflies Flutter by
The daedal dreamer danced around divas Dallying with dangerous daredevils Yet at dawn her daringness drove out depressingly Its a dead end, she decays over the defeat Deeply dependent on her dear Danny
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