YOU!
YOU
YOU ARE THE THE SKY
THE BEAUTIFUL SKY
SKY WITH RAINBOWS AND THUNDERSTORMS
AND THESE PEOPLE
THEY ARE THE CLOUDS
SOME BLACK SOME WHITE
BUT THEY ARE JUST CLOUDS
AND ONE DAY THEY WILL ALL PASS
BUT YOU ARE GOING TO STAY
THEY SKY WILL ALWAYS BE THERE
SO STOP FOCUSING ON CLOUDS THAT WILL GO
LOVE YOURSELF CAUSE YOU ARE WHAT REALLY MATTER!
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