the butterflies in my stomach
they're turning into sparks
sparks that set fire to my heart
fire that burns as its sputtering and flickering
too many stops and starts
one day the fire will consume me
and ill be all burnt out
but thats okay cause ill grow back
then ill fall in love again
and gain more butterflies
to turn to sparks
to set on fire
to burn me up
to turn me to ash
and ill be gone for a while
but ill grow back
005- personal freedom, independence, individualism and adaptability
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