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It’s A Mystery

The fire Never Dies

By Chris GracePublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Arise Like A Phoenix

Every time we argue it rains... Caught up in the pain and caught up in the change, it all seems strange...

The real mystery of it all is why love remains..!

I tried to pace myself. More or less wait my turn. I wanted it so bad, I had it coming. Yes sir!!

It’s crazy how it flopped... Like right on “tic tic.” Social distance played a major role. Something like Chris Rock.

Presidential! Like Heaven sent you. I could never forget you. For now I’m gone but I’ll forever be with you. I’ll forever forgive you as if I was looking at myself. Realizing the pain. Yet fantasizing the wealth!

Let’s be true...

How did the most sincere become the most criticized? When you can’t bottle the pain it starts to roll down your eyes. Though the fire never dies...

Tragedies of a new life. Transitions make us uncomfortable. Yet we overcome and reach new heights..!

sad poetry

About the Creator

Chris Grace

I started off with everything and everybody that I cherished the most. Now all that I’m left with is nothing but hope. It was a game of spend the bottle until hearts were broke. Now all that I’m left with is nothing but hope.

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