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Starting out as a cocoon
I was fearful and small Hid my face from rain and sunshine Wrapped up in my very core Then came the years of innocence Seeing the world in black and white Fearless before everything Invulnerable, but not quite Then the fears came back slowly Beating against fragile wings And the soul inside protected Guarding against evil things It was I who made the fears They came from the inside Worse than any other fiend In the terror of self-disguise Now, I wake and spread my wings Ready for the world to see Ready for untouched horizons Ready to be just me.
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