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Phoenix

I never wanted to be a Dr. � �
�� until I saw someone die � �
I didn't believe in the Angels � �
�until I wanted to fly � �
I couldn't imagine disaster � �
�� until it fell from the sky � �
I never dreamed it would end � �
�� until I started to cry � �
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It only hurts � �
�� cause � �
��I hurt you � �
still caught in � �
��your perfume � �
A perfect example � �
��of � �
�� my lyfe � �
without virtue � �
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Broken-down & empty � �
�� a hollow tower prevails � �
sifting through � �
�the bones � �
�� to find a soul � �
that's not for sale � �
�These tears � �
they fall for reasons
Uncontrolled with disregard � �
Changing with the seasons � �
to do more good than harm � �
�� Though � �
I find my heart unwilling � �
��to overcome the silent frost �
I rush into the fire � �
with hopes of getting lost � �
Captivated by the burn � �
��I can only � �
focus on the scars � �
Rising from the ashes � �
��as a modern work of art...