Everyday feels the same.
Motions,
all just motions.
Bittersweet emptiness.
I need an escape from the mundane.
A breath of life.
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META
PoetryWhen the metamorphosis came, I was not ready. Change is not easy, when you're too young. My brand new wings sprouted from behind me, it burned like hell, but I stayed strong. There was people that needed me, dreams that I needed to complete. I could...
