Another Time I am held down by my delusions
Of true happiness I would like to soar as a butterfly free as can be To be a flower with your light upon me Maybe to just be at peace with you near Tho That is all a lie A lie which never comes true A lie so painful and so cruel Happiness didn't happen Yet Again Poem by Thomas Armstrong
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