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3 Months ago i died.
I was poisoned by change.
A regular foe with whom,
many battles have raged.

With each of our past encounters,
Our engineered struggles,
Scars began to show,
Though we wouldn't be humbled

And though I had survived a while
Failure was inevitable
Because when you battle with destiny
It generally ends in defeat

I'd heard it been said though,
That in defeat there are lessons,
And although parts of me died,
Parts of me also survived.

Though my body was mangled
My spirits stayed intact,
And as time went on,
I've learnt to adapt.

3 months ago I did not die,
I was brought to life,
I drank from a chalice of change,
And was born again
The times are changing