Your fear is determined
As you fall in an endless pit
Of suffocating a box.
Where hairs stand at end
On the backs of necks and arms.
Being afraid is whenever
One feels a trickle of fear
Run through their veins.
But not enough to call it their fear.
No, just being afraid.
Having a fear and being afraid
Have differences
Like none other do.
Two different things
Most of the time thought as one.
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Ink Stained [Poetry]
PoetryA collection of random, poetry. Some happier than others, some full of pain and sadness. That's poetry, full of meaning
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