Excruciating grief burning the heart
Hope flees away as smoke
My wishes and desires blazes away
All that is left is the ash of my soul
My soul dies a million deaths
But never does it renounce rises again
A phoenix, it rises from the ash
Creating a new me with an invigorated spirit
Filling new hopes inside my heart
A new individual is born once more
To live a life and die yet again
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