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Dec 2015
The sun rises on a perfect day
The clouds are hiding
The gentle breeze has blown them away

I sit outside breathing in the warm spring air
My surroundings are wonderful
But it just doesn't seen fair

The butterflies fly by; each on they're own little path
I'd rather join them
Than face this inner wrath

I want to be free
I want to fly
Why can't anyone see

I just want to be free
Scarlett Willow
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Scarlett Willow  In my own head
(In my own head)   
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