Some time ago, you were born.

And you only craved attention.

And as you grew you noticed, true.

You were happy when surrounded by affection.

You smiled when you were happy,

When you were sad you turned blue.

You constantly summoned storms,

and it was tornadoes around you.

You became a child, and you learned;

the benefits of having friends.

You laughed and played, and ran around

And promised best friendship till the end.

But as you grew you realized,

you barely knew yourself.

You slowly started to recognize,

You have done more damage then help.

And on your path as you grow,

I do hope you come to see.

The more and more you complain about the storm.

In the end what's hurts most is the tree.

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