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I remember
Running through the fields, chasing butterflies
Thinking I was catching angels, believing lies
But then again, why couldn’t they be
I believed it back then, and I was... happy?
But my peers have been telling me no for a while
It’s been many moons since my last smile
Many clouds since my last sun
I can’t remember when this storm begun
Praying rain will soon be gone
While the world stares at the barrel of an empty gun
Where are my butterflies, where’s my fun
What have we done
From many dreams to none
From kid to now