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Backwards Spells of FEAR Part II

handing me over through the next door waiting for my fight to give in injections to soothe it all away demons flowing through my veins changing my DNA from careless want to endorphin need purgatory the space between caring and giving up while still holding on to a dream a fantasy another chance pushed farther away mirroring my every fault you can run, but can you hide? quiet darkness friendly dimensions the imagination of a ten year old living as an adult with nowhere to go breaking under the increasing weight of hell a familiar dungeon temptation wrapped with a false freedom a false bottom teetering on the bare edge of a ravine alone with no debate as monsters scavenge in the shadows of deception and wrong turns whispering away the third fancy as those who have grown close begin to die one at a time before realizing trees hold strong by shedding their own leaves the meaning of my dream after my dad passed where he handed me the ancestry sword to slay those demons you are only running from yourself hiding from monsters wearing your face and until you face those demons in the mirror mocking you are only running in circles riding the merry-go-round smash through your matrix shattering all of the lies burdening your soul caged by the spells of F.E.A.R. fearing everything and running stand up and burst through demanding your power back look yourself deep within your eyes distinguish the learned comforts of society and flip the tables Face Everything and Rise with the fierceness of an eagle take flight by their words no longer let go and feel your wings lift you up soaring one moment at a time until your sword just glides to wherever whenever you choose Frankii <3 Fame 5-8-2024 1:11 am

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