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ButterflyLife is black, dizzy.Butterfly
I'm spinning, sick, lost? I'm worried, crying. But I do not cry. What's happening?
Anger, jealousy, confusion. Why? Why can't I shine for once? Why can't I sleep during the day? Desire?
No. I dare not say it. Is it...? What is this lonliness I feel. Bless it be? Never.
Life is black, dizzy. I'm spinning, sick, lost? I'm worried, crying. But I do not cry. What's happening?
ReflectionWho is she?Reflection
Where does she come from?
Is she me? Through her teary eyes, what does she see?
Is she real? Is she an illusion? Is she my creation? Is her heart, as strong as a nation?
Is she lost? Is she lonely? Has she got a friend? Does she have, a bleeding heart to mend?
Is she bruised? Is she broken? Is she burnt? Does a lesson, have to hurt?
Why is her face red? Why is her hair a mess? Why are her eyes wet? Where is the shadow, she has met?
Her eyes are dr
The journeyWhere are you? I can no longer see you, I can no longer see anyone I am alone. I am forsaken. I am the excluded. The abandoned can hide. but no shadows will talk to me. No cave, that will accept me. No corner that will comfort me. A hole I cannot find. So here I am left. Alone. ForgottenThe journey
Here I am. Trapped on the road of discovery But which way to turn? Where do I go? Where can I fly free? Tell me How do I escape the flames that burn my skin. Words. That turn to fire when they are spat from the tongues of the people who hate me. Those with swords who seek to destro
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Cut me some slack. I just found out that only I can prevent forest fires, and that's a lot of pressure.
Imagination is more important than knowledge
- Albert Einstein
I hope you'll have a great time here and if you need help, feel free to ask me
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