New form.

Andrew Deaton

We live to die.

We die to live.

I felt this way even as a kid.

I never cared about the things i did.

Reborn through death of self.

I finally had nothing left.

I had to loose everything.

Then gained it all.

The higher the high.

The harder the fall.

I had to break to be able to shine.

I let the light in and this takes time.

I had to die to be reborn.

When I did i took new form.

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sorenbarrett October 18th, 2025 14:57
The phoenix the Christ, the Adonis the resurrection we all have rebirths in one way or another. Nicely written

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