It started off small, like a pit of smoke was rising in my lungs. You came into my life like you were always meant to be there, but from that moment... The smoke started turning into a flame. A flame that was brought up by fear. A flame that was growing and growing, and now that fear and that flame are reaching its limit. I can barely see, the flame is still growing, and the fear won't go away. I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe. Paranoia and panic attacks from fear you caused and the fire you lit. Fear is a dangerous game.
