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After all the images of pain,

I come to rise again,

Like a phoenix from the flame,

Forgetting all my years of blame,

Torturing myself in a beautiful shell,

Whislt writhing and screaming in Hell.



Feeling. Unknowing.

Wishing. Believing.



Believing in a better day,

I make my way,

To a better place.



You will know my face.