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I kept running,
Until I had to stop
I curled up into a ball
My arms hugging my knees tightly
Before I knew it, it was raining buckets
And my face was wet from sobbing
They say when you want something,
You’ll do anything to get it.
They say if you try hard enough,
You are bound to get it.
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,
