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Ashes that are scattered with the wind
feelings of sadness that invade me
I'm not afraid of pain.

Like a rose develop thorns they protect me from all the evil that surrounds me
my thorns are my shield, my protection
And my salvation.

Day after day I wither more and more
my petals fall with the seconds
I am afraid that the last ones will disappear forever.

I was abandoned without knowing why
I felt so scared until I got used to it
in the darkness I found my own light.

I take refuge in what I was once
in this world so unreal I do not know what to believe
I found the light and I am willing to share it.

I will learn to have a voice and not be a victim
the road will be strong but not impossible
the pain and the sorrows have transformed me.

To get out of this endless hole I must find myself
find my truth to be happy
the thorns will be strengthened, each of the petals will begin to be born
I will return from the darkness, I will be guided by the light
which rose that is born when it least imagines.

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