Do not love me for who I am. You see, I am the cliche caterpillar that is slowly turning into a butterfly. I have yet to experience life, discover myself, or grow my wings.
Do not love me for who I am. You see, I am the cliche ocean that never stops changing. There are things inside of me that have yet to be discovered, my depth is to great for even the best explorers, and I seem to change with every passing hour.
Please, do not love me for who I am because I am still being discovered, I am still unknown.
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Excerpts From The Book I'll Never Write
PoésieSomething I had to write in order to feel again.
