The Need To Start A Riot

I made a fairy cry, I always picked flowers. But now I'd rather die then smell too close

Be Together

Once used may not be exchanged for unbroken pieces

This is a moth,
it was once a worm,
Now it wonders why

This is a journey,
it has a pathway,
it has a start,
the end is the longest part

If I sewed for a living,
but she created sleeves,
I would never wear my own fittings

This is not impossible, she stopped thinking, she began to move her legs and finally stood up for the first time in over a century.