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πΈπ‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘  𝑂𝑓 π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π»π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ by bunny_vvv

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πΈπ‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘  𝑂𝑓 π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π»π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘ by bunny_vvv - pop rock music cover art

πΈπ‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘  𝑂𝑓 π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π»π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘‘

pop rock

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My shadow lingers on cracked pavement stones, Raindrops spell secrets on my weathered phone,
Fingers trace the edge of yesterdayβ€²s fears, Whispers caught between a blink of tears.
And the night folds into the chill of doubt, But thereβ€²s something in the wild I canβ€²t live without.
A spark beneath the ash, quiet but alive, Pulling me back up, helping me survive.
Feel the pulse beneath the silence, louder than before, Every scar a story, every step towards the door.
Iβ€²m shaking off the dust, breaking from the tide, Rising with the sunrise, echoes of the heart.
The mirror cracks but reflects a fierce soul, Lost pieces scatter yet somehow Iβ€²m whole.
Footsteps quaking through the maze of my mind, Finding all the colors hopeless behind.
A storm of rough hands can keep me down, I hear the thunder calling out across this town.
A rhythm in the chaos, steady and strong, A battle hymn thatβ€²s been inside all along.
Feel the pulse beneath the silence, louder than before, Every scar a story, every step towards the door.
Iβ€²m shaking off the dust, breaking from the tide, Rising with the sunrise, echoes of the heart.
Iβ€²m not just surviving, this is more than a fight, Itβ€²s the claiming of my story into the light.
Wounds turn into wings, rough hands let me fly, On the edges of the dark I find my sky.
Feel the pulse beneath the silence, louder than before, Every scar a story, every step towards the door.
Iβ€²m shaking off the dust, breaking from the tide, Rising with the sunrise, echoes of the heart.
And as the daylight spills like gold on these stars, I walk unseamless beneath a thousand stars.
Echoes of the heart, no longer torn apart, Of my abortion silence, a brand new start.