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Phoenix

with bruised knuckles and a headache, losing sleep over meaningless things. holding my breath like i'm underwater, trying to remember all of my sins. couldn't find a solution other than, to set myself on fire, letting me burn to ashes, so i will like a phoenix rise again. 09.26.16

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Date: 7/6/2017 11:55:00 AM
Jhade,Good advice in your poetry. Well said.
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Date: 7/6/2017 11:47:00 AM
A good description of what is going on here. Enjoyed this poem.
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