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May 2017
Here's the thing,
It will be alright in the end, I'm told
And if it's not alright, then it can't be the end...
And sometimes I want everything to end,
To bring the world down screaming with me into the flames.
So thank you for stepping in and making it alright with your laugh and your hugs,
For bringing an end of your own that made way to a new beginning,
a healthier way to rise from the ashes of my own making-
A Phoenix.
Because you and I, my dear,
We are made of the same stuff deep down,
So that has to mean that it wasn't a mistake.
Phoebe
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Phoebe
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