Rise Up

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I feel it everywhere, from my bones to my skin,
it reflects in my eyes and eats me up within.
Consuming whilst evaporating,
sensing yet numbing, everything.
Turning me to dust, ashes borne of pain,
waiting for the moment, I rise up once again.
Desperation turns to hope,
distrust fuels my loyalty,
This is what your love has done to me.
I thank you,
for every tear I’ve shed, every moment I’ve waited,
they have given me the strength,
look upon what you have created.
Me.

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