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PHIRE
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My Grief

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Hell… I might not make it to Heaven Hell, I might not even make it to Hell Seems like when I’m living right No one notices, at least I can’t tell So what do I have to lose when I have already lost it all Some say the only to fly, Was not being afraid to fall Well I fell head first, didn’t prepare for a safe landing I am now at my lowest but my spirit is still standing When I could do worst, I turned away Running from the ghosts of my past My best days are ahead of me Because tough time don’t last I have conquered this life, My next opponent is death It is not the battle I fret Just the thought of losing breath There is not the slightest fear So I give death the utmost respect She has studied my every move And my flaws she will detect All the things I leave behind In time they will be completed By someone greater than I Because death is to remain undefeated

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