Phoenix

​I’m far from typical, and sometimes I feel a little alone, a little too unique in the way that I think, my past isn’t rosy all colored in pink, I don’t live in ‘drama and baggage free’, cause the world I see is weighed with an anchor, not just my pain, but the plight of millions whose voices ignored need to be heard. I listen, I want to hear their cries because pain recognizes pain, and though I I fly far above my ashes, I need to help others find their flame.

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