La Vie Est Belle
life.
is a dream
it feels like a sea
like drowning in nightmare
i dont fear oblivion, i welcome it.
i want to turn each tragedy into something beautiul
something more than just another day at life
another day filled with the pain of being ridiculed
like a caterpillar i will block myself from the outside world
form a caccoon and hide inside
and also like a caterpillar i will emerge
i will have turned into something beautiful
and worth far more than words
life.
is a beautiful thing
it feels like a dream
like bathing in sunshine
i turned each tragedy into something beautiful
i emerged from a caccoon a butterfly
now i will spread my wings
and fly
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