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How do you expect
Someone to be beautiful

When all society does
Is display grown butterflies?

But reality is
No one is just a butterfly

You star as a caterpillar
No wings or beautiful colors

But they want you
To be this perfection now

But you have time
Time to blossom

Into a rose
As beautiful as the sky

And right now, I love your growing river
And I can't wait to see your ocean