We break from the ashes,
The same ashes which were thrown at us,
Tried to make us from dust.
Don't you know we have been broken?
One, far too many times.
We have been twisted,
Drenched in pain.
Soaked all we could gain.
Just to not fall into the same mistake again.
Situations worsen,
We run from what we try to make forgotten,
Only to bleed breathlessly into depths of disaster.
Save me.
Yet again, I call out,
Hoping you will see,
Even while alone, I try to be.
Insufficient, yet I strive,
Effortlessly.
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