One day I will rise again.
My flame is gone now.
And I'm very burnt out.
But with time I shall heal.
With time I will be me again.
And in time my flame shall return.
Bigger and brighter.
So yes, while I might be nothing more.
Than a burnt out pile of ash.
I will rise again.
And when I do, you should step back.
Because I will be as powerful as a Phoenix.
When my flame is back.
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Poetry To Help Heal
Thơ caThis isn't like my other poetry booklets, it's not twisted, horror, morbid or dark. It will most likely be depressing, but I've gone through a lot in the last several months, and writing is the only way I can deal and cope with it all. My poetry hel...
