Soul

It's a memory

It's a pain factor 

It was something she thought never mattered

She physically was fine, but her soul told another strory 

A story nobody knew, only but a few 

Her soul wanted to be a butterfly flowing through the air, but instea she felt dead 

So she slept and slept

And it was a never ending cycle

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