Rise
I fly in the face of
Misinformation
I push all the limits
To get a reaction
I reduce down to ashes
Fly like a Phoenix
I hit rock bottom
Reawakened, not broken
I rise
I wish I could soar
High up above
I'd glide like a feather
Falling so slow
I stay on the ground
Till I cut and run
I conquer my fears
Stare into the sun
I rise
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