Submerging down--I find
it was me who was blind.
I leave behind the past,
to free my mind and soul.
It’s not--a death I’ve cast,
but 'life' I'm grasping hold.
I cleanse my life anew,
through an eternal start;
remove stings made by you
with our lives--now apart.
I merge a worthy-self,
confident, full of pride;
no longer bring myself
down, just to run and hide.





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