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We were beaten, we were bleading, we were greaving, we hit the ground. Now we feel this sparkle, this small sparkle of light dancing deep inside of us, raising our hope. We stand on our feet again, we wipe away our tears. The moon cures our wounds, the stars let us dream again. Our inner light shines bright, leading us through our pain. Surrounded by mystery we step out of the dark mist. We're not afraid anymore, we've already seen the darkness. We're covered in scars but they make us proud. We spread our black wings, and take ourselves into the air. We're slowly circling higher, this is the rise of the fallen.
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Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
Rise of the fallen
We were beaten, we were bleading, we were greaving, we hit the ground. Now we feel this sparkle, this small sparkle of light dancing deep inside of us, raising our hope. We stand on our feet again, we wipe away our tears. The moon cures our wounds, the stars let us dream again. Our inner light shines bright, leading us through our pain. Surrounded by mystery we step out of the dark mist. We're not afraid anymore, we've already seen the darkness. We're covered in scars but they make us proud. We spread our black wings, and take ourselves into the air. We're slowly circling higher, this is the rise of the fallen.
#recovery#inspiration#healing#scars
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Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
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