The Great Chicago Fire = My Last Relationship

When tears transition from mourning to cleansing,

I stand back, amused, proud,

grateful for my strength, my fortitude, my ability to make skyscrapers out of rubble.

A city sitting on the ashes of painful memories,

the ground whispering tales of sadness and despair

but above it all,

I rise.

Watch me stand tall above every moment that would’ve and could’ve killed me.

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