justbreathe
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Like a phoenix rising from the ashes,
I breathe this air one more time,
I get back up, though I was burnt to the ground,
And just like that phoenix,
I may be missing a few feathers and have a few scars,
Understand, this is not right.Listen, hear me warn you.This is not a fair fight.You will fail, win, lose.
