Phoenix

Thu, 04/24/2014 - 01:04 -- Severia

Like a phoenix rising from the ashes,

I breathe this air one more time,

I get back up, though I was burnt to the ground,

And just like that phoenix,

I may be missing a few feathers and have a few scars,

But at least I can still rise from my past’s demise.

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