Reborn... Forged from the carnage.
Empty, formless, ash and cinder. I was consumed by the hottest fire.
Blowing in the cold winter air for the rest of life? Waiting without love till the end?
No. this is not to be.
I will raise up, in place of my heart, a new Me. Reborn... forged from the carnage. I will be all the things that I was to afraid to be. Fear will not control me, though my heart is done for now, maybe only a memory, maybe there is more.
To Be Continued...
Blowing in the cold winter air for the rest of life? Waiting without love till the end?
No. this is not to be.
I will raise up, in place of my heart, a new Me. Reborn... forged from the carnage. I will be all the things that I was to afraid to be. Fear will not control me, though my heart is done for now, maybe only a memory, maybe there is more.
To Be Continued...
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