Strategy

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I'm hurting,
my soul is burning.
The flames are licking at skin leaving burns upon me.

I'm turning into a new animal with a new strategy.
I just can't keep bottling up this pain or I'll spew out.

I'm screaming running through the woods forming a new plan.
The madness has grasped my hand and I haven't pulled away I'm letting him teach me through pain.

I am learning how it is to be blind before you can see.
Yes, I'm finally listening tuning into the voices of the trees.

Now watch me bloom into a seed this very new way of evolving.

I am not changing for I am changed, now I'll rearrange everything.
Welcome to my new story written in more than just blood for ink.

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