RebirthThe Dear Hunter
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A sinister slide resounds
From the fountainhead found
When fortune aligned
The roots that ripped had run too deep
Left to dig in the weeds
And climb up the vine
Your mind is only echoing
What your heart wouldn't say:
"I'll be me, in time"
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