Phoenix
I am a fucking phoenix.
You can tear me down
You can burn my body
Leave me in the ashes of memories
And even blow them across the floor
Scatter parts of me
I will be burnt and used.
My life is “over”
But there was hope.
I am a fucking Phoenix.
I will rise when you push me down
My ashes of memories will teach me
Every lesson you blow around
I will take back and grow
My strength will astound you.
And I will rise from the ashes of memories
Just like a phoenix…
My story isn’t over yet.
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