If onlyyou could have witnessed howmuch I have changed: sit alonein a disused theatre and feel what I have felt, see how the world hastransformed me, like the metamorphosisof a caterpillar.

Kiera Woodhull
If onlyyou could have witnessed howmuch I have changed: sit...
If onlyyou could have witnessed howmuch I have changed: sit...
If onlyyou could have witnessed howmuch I have changed: sit...
If onlyyou could have witnessed howmuch I have changed: sit...
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If you could have witnessed how much I have changed, then you would know that I have changed into someone that you could love. The transformation of a caterpillar into a butterfly is not unlike the changes that I have made in my life. All the things that I once hated are now things to love, all the things that I once didn’t value are now things to cherish, and all the things that I used to be are now gone.

Source: Chaos Of The Mind

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