Take me to the source of chaos let me be the butterfly...
There comes a time when the cocoon around yourself becomes too tight. Within it's die fueled,metamorphic chaos,I am brewing inside of a shell I am more than ready to leave. What keeps me here? Photos of what we once were, shadows of what we could of been. I suffocate on the broke promises and poor favor. I size myself up against what other insects await outside. It's time for me to get the fuck out of this mind set man. The irony is bringing me down. The inevitable is pretty much going down, and it's going to take more than a trick out of my hat to make it out of this alive. I try, daily...stepping a foot out a little at a time.
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