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Jun 2013
The flames making a forest
I got trapped in all the hazy heat
Everything that mattered to me caught in the inferno
My body said to fight
My mind said it was pointless to try.

I lay there
All the safety nets came toppling down on me
Helpless, abandoned, trash, stranded is what I thought I was
Hell, mayhem, and isolation had taken the controls
The terrorists I had been brought up to fear and hate
Had destroyed my life.

They slammed right into my World Trade Centers
My Hope and Fate had jumped off the sides with my Happiness
While  my strength burned inside my heart
Everything ruined to embers and ashes
Now today, I am finally here, I've survived Hell.

I've gotten the rubble pull off me
And I'm done falling
'Cause I've made it to the ground floor
I can see the the smoke clearing, blue skies flooding in
Staggering up, my battle scars are proof
That I made it through Hell and back.
My terrorists are gone, sinking to the ocean floor with anchors of passion
My passion that's sinking, will be taking me to the top.
Relating my depression and life to the day of 9/11.
What do you think?
Sora
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