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Aug 5
(The Phoenix)
How do I find me?.
I thought I knew where I was, but I died.
And could not find where I’m buried.
If I find myself fast enough I’ll be able to come alive again.
I hope I do before I get putrefied.
But my soul is a fire.
Setting aflame the light that I need to find me.
Finding yourself is hard. But we all rise like the phoenix
Written by
Trudy  34/F/Trinidad
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