lit match
What must burn, and how much of it, before the phoenix can fly whole once more?
To climb above the haze of thought into clear understanding, to navigate a true course, to take the highest road, to air out my soul, to breathe freely, to soar. This is my essay. all rights reserved by wingman
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consumed.
I am crucified with Christ, therefore I no longer live, but Jesus lives in me.
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