The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
I hear them,
in the walls,
talking to me,
telling me their lies,
stories of darkness,
of controversy and death,
I listen to them,
I tired not to,
but it’s better to give in,
than to try and hide,
for in the end,
when it comes for me,
I want it to know,
I know its name,
and,
I am not afraid.
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Staring the inevitable in the face, is scary, but sometimes, we need to, force ourselves to, face, whatever comes our ways, head on.
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Thank you so much,
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