of only perfect flowers were allowed to bloom perfect wouldn’t be
sometimes you are known more for what others give you than for what you are
we think we’re sneaky but all too often someone is onto our game
by only seeing one side, it’s likely we miss the bigger picture
when we’re feeling stuck there’s always another way which we can escape
there is always a simple solution to the problems that we face
some security is a good thing, but too much and we live in fear
out of the corner of my eye, something catches and will no let go
we’ve been conditioned to not stop and think: is it real or imagined?
it isn’t enough sometimes, to just cut it down it must be removed
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