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I wake~
My senses coming alive.
What am I feeling?
This burning inside..

I hear a silent cry,
Of desperation one tries to hide.
The agony as they try to breath,
The sound constricting.

But it's me.
All this pain belongs to me.
Opening and closing the eyes of a newborn.

Resurrected in not a loving environment,
But a cold embrace.

I shall live life once again,
For they do not know where
I have been.

My old soul has found
a new place of rest.
But all of this is merely a test,
To see whom I shall choose
To take my place next.
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Word Count (W/C):110

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