I was a free butterfly
I loved my freedom
It brought me to different places
Getting along with the angels and devils
I changed and people knew that
I got sick of the old things
New things could be better
Yet they did not last
I got lost and found
It happened over and over again
I found my true colors but was skeptical
I kept trying to seek and another change was coming again
- Author: Jos (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 24th, 2022 03:39
- Category: Unclassified
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