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Aug 2017
they die every day
only to be reborn in the morning,
rising like a phoenix
from the ashes of their deaths.

a fresh start,
a clean slate,
a new beginning
in a new body
with a new heart.

no matter how many
tears are shed,
no matter how many
lines they cut into their skin,
tomorrow will always be
a new day.
Written by
je suis farouche  23/Non-binary/Iowa
(23/Non-binary/Iowa)   
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