Fears consume you. Almost to the point that you can't breath. Forcing you to only think about one thing, something you promised yourself you will never do.
The fears that sit inside of you, eating you up inside, taking full control over your mind and body. People certainly do crazy things when they know they are about to lost the most meaningful thing in their life. It's almost as if you are not an Athens prince anymore. Born out of art and all things beauty, was taken away from you. You are a spartan warrior born to fight the fears that live inside of you. Just when you thought a battle was over, another one arise. Not because you enjoy them, but it's not like you have control over them. When you realize it will be til death, your last battle when end.
You aren't thinking
breathing
or even living for anything else.
//Here is a little side note from the author, hopefully I will never have to do this ever again. This little paragraph thingy is about people who deal with post traumatic stress, depression, anxiety, even anger issues. Or I don't people who get scared a lot...
and I'm never going to call myself an author again. I'm a writer.
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Shit Journal, where I write shit
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