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The Rebuild
Neighbors, I trusted you to lend a hand,
When the earth plates were moving,
Our livelihood turned to sand.
But no, you all turned your backs,
And we had to upsticks and start from scratch.
My pathway is fractured into many pieces,
A route of distress.
If there is a God will he guide me,
To my pathway of success?
Blood was once coursing through my veins,
But they've bled me dry.
And my heart remains heavy from the pain,
And the toxic lies.
The rebuild will be a mountainous climb,
But it's not a hopeless case.
I am here. I am alive. I am living. I am breathing. I exist.
And a new beginning I shall embrace.
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The Rebuild
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