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The Phoenix

I find myself penning this post somewhat surprisingly. Maybe because the pain is bigger than ever, May be you just have to drown in it. Something that is unspeakably horrific.

The hate that was all powering in its passion. The all-consuming love of lives, a love that seems to have even transcended death. The emotions enticing in its slow dance into midnight. It was getting dark, shady and mournful. But she no longer lamented over the dusk. She was different. She believed in even the possibility of a happy ending. She was strong. Hopeful.
Of goodness. Of selfless love. Of a new dawn.

She was the radiant smile of joy, one that could have illuminated the sun and the more. She was the Phoenix.

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