The feeling of mere oblivion is that what possesses me
Am bound by these chains,
Trying to get free
Memories of what's gone
And thoughts forlorn
Feelings out of the nook
And acceptance of truth
And like a phoenix
I shall glide again
Burn my splendid form
And let me reborn again
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