Been happy and angry
Been joyous and extremely sad
But I've always made it through
Gotten in trouble and had my back patted
Went deeper and deeper into my hole
But I always climbed out
Was stuck in a storm i created
Was struck by the lightening of my own pain
But I was never burned
I will always dig hole and fill the storm clouds
I will always get lost with no sense f direction
But when my time comes, a butterfly will
Break free, and, just as I will, go onto something
Greater
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