I have been torn to shreds looking for reasons to revive from the ashes, like the Phoenix bird.

I've seen myself fall.
I've been torn apart looking for reasons to revive from the ashes, without a purpose to be.
It hasn't been easy being here without a minute to stop suffering.
They have broken my heart in a thousand pieces and also broken it for days, months and even years of feeling.
Seeking elusive happiness, with the only company of my unconditional loneliness.
But even so, I have risen from grief to grief to fight, even without knowing what steps I should take.
It has not been easy to fall from the sky and crawl on the ground for my traumas to heal.
It wasn't, and isn't easy to even try to live like that.
It's not as easy as it is standing here today.
To make my voice rise again, shouting yes, yes, I want to try again.
I happened to stumble upon a few people who fleetingly calmed me down in my frustrated battles.
And with them I learned to scream for you.
I want to finish learning where my wings belong and replace a story where falling is not in the plans to trap happiness.
Saving me has always been the answer I've been looking for to continue.
And today, wounded, I see it as a law to write my truth, and perhaps learn that even if I am fallen, I can fight until there is no breath in me.
Encouragement to no longer follow my reality.
I'm going to try, I'm going to try again.
to try.

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