+ Art of the Phoenix Flower: Phase Five +
The reality strips itself
And lays everything before me
Though refuse to see,
I can not deny what is before me.
The pain stabs me deeply
I do not feel like breathingI crawl,
I crouch and scream
But no one seems to hear
The eyes that used to care
No longer seem to be there
And the arms who once held me
Are not what they used to be
But still I try to deny it
Still I try to hold on to it
And though it runs away
I still keep on asking it to stay
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