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Rise

Pain hits us like a bullet Suffocating us with every few breaths we take Hit me with rock Poison my roots Burn me to ashes But like a phoenix I will rise Rise from the crippling pain of the burning ashes around me I will rise like the sun does every Shoot your bullets Try to annihilate me with every curse you have But I will rise rise rise until the sun stops to rise

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