I'm too much of a bad thing.
I've never learned to share.
When I tell you that I don't, really all I do is care.
The sun is my rebirth,
I'm happiest in spring.
I stumble back and forth between chaos and serene.
You'll wish you'd always known me,
I'll wish they never did.
My contradictions speak themselves, as only I wish they could.
Take a chance, you're scared, me too.
I've learned to wish for what I never knew.
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