Flames of insecurity to such a high
Degree that whatever approaches
Is melted down into a puddle of
Nothing right before it.
How can the past have such a
Hold on the present - it goes
Running back to Fear who
Hears its cries for help and
Reignites memories that
Cripple.
How do I trip and fall from
Something that isn't even
Throwing a punch?
Fear, be a dear and get the
Hell outta here - I'm tired
From throwing and not
Landing the blows that I
Know will kill your inability to
Paralyze the dreams I am
Pursuing.
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