Rise; the morning sunlights are dancing through the curtains asking for a warm embrace, arms stretching, and eyes awake to a new beginning.

Rise, whereas you collapsed into the ground lamenting for the sorrow of a lost one, heartbreaks with piercing throbbing pain, and recalling memories of what was done.

Rise, the heart’s mending can take your efforts, but nothing will change to the better unless you heal, and for what’s worth, love is what you feel.

Rise, like a phoenix from the ashes, whatever burned you to the ground, you can still rise to your throne of heaven, the strength in you is graceful and noble, victory will be yours in the end!

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