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I refuse to be anyones puppet! I refuse to be lead by strings.I refuse to let the clock tick by and watch my life on the sidelines.
Even the darkest of clouds
will run out of rain
I'm not trying to say that you have to sit there and drown in the downpour. The sun's shining somewhere - Grab a ******* umbrella and move on to better weather.

What I am trying to say, though, is that maybe you'll find blue skies here eventually; it's clear that now is not the time, but it won't be that way forever.
At the end of the night,
I will bow,
In one swift motion,
As the pressure releases,
Like the beat of a butterfly’s wing
Or it’s gentle heart.

At the end of the night,
I will drift off,
In the ocean of my mind,
Asleep at last,
I free fall through space,
Like a shimmering bubble,
Formed by a child’s breath,
Sent off into the word,
*Careless and free.
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