I’ve died many times.
Sometimes it was necessary,
Other times, less so.
And most times, I was reborn.
Learning from my passing
And evolving into someone greater.
~
But you were unique.
There was no renaissance,
No comeback kid.
Just a pile of ash,
A phoenix lost to the in between
Of who I was, and who I am.
~
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