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MY CHRYSALIS
Protecting my vulnerable soul,
I wrap myself in my orb.
Away from society's lack of console,
My chrysalis does welcome me.
Into the wilderness of lonliness,
I find my thoughts withering.
Trying to find shelter I'm homeless.
Solitude breeds much despair.
Out of my Chrysalis so laden with gold.
It's touched me in ways unknown.
There's a difference in times unseen.
My thoughts no longer groan.
Michaela Warren 2011
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