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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