Scarier than death

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It feels dark and hot.
It feels like i've trapped my own soul deep inside tartarus.

Courage was stripped from me and fear shoved deep in my bones.
I could feel my heart trying to rip through my ribcage.

And i could see the redness drown the whiteness of my eyes.
For my rage ran deeper than any scar or trace of fear in my leftover soul.

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