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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