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From ash I rise, from fire I breathe, Every scar a story, every wound a wreath. The world tried to break me, tried to clip my wings, But I am steel, I am storm, I am everything. Hands that hurt, hands that betrayed, Taught me to fight, not just obey. My heart beats armor, my eyes scan the night, I protect what is real, I guard what is right. Crow whispers warnings, flames answer back, I move with instinct, never off track. Loss, pain, fear—they sharpen my fire, I rise from the ashes, relentless, entire. Every fall lit a spark, every shadow a flame, I am the fight, the fury, I am my name. Phoenix, reborn, blazing and true, Nothing can stop me—I rise, I pursue.
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
Phoenix Rising
From ash I rise, from fire I breathe, Every scar a story, every wound a wreath. The world tried to break me, tried to clip my wings, But I am steel, I am storm, I am everything. Hands that hurt, hands that betrayed, Taught me to fight, not just obey. My heart beats armor, my eyes scan the night, I protect what is real, I guard what is right. Crow whispers warnings, flames answer back, I move with instinct, never off track. Loss, pain, fear—they sharpen my fire, I rise from the ashes, relentless, entire. Every fall lit a spark, every shadow a flame, I am the fight, the fury, I am my name. Phoenix, reborn, blazing and true, Nothing can stop me—I rise, I pursue.
From trauma to fire, every scar fuels my rise. I protect what is real, endure the night, and blaze as Phoenix—strong, instinctive, and unstoppable.
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Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
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