Sometimes someone’s perfectIs another person’s flawedSometimes someone’s peacefulIs another person’s bored. Sometimes someone’s freedomIs another person’s trappedAnd sometimes someone’s make-believeIs someone else’s fact. One man’s trash, they often sayIs someone else’s treasureAnd someone’s stormy forecastIs another’s perfect weather. Sometimes someone’s scarsCan tell a very painful storyAnd sometimes they’re remindersOf a celebrated glory. Because it all […]

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