I have 1 fear. One true fear.
But my phobias are different.
I cry when I see a spider or a clown and even though I know one is just a part of nature and the other is a man in a mask they make me have instant anxiety and I feel the more I think about them, at the end of the night I hate them even more.
Life is filled with metaphors and literals, but I hate them all.
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Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.
PoetryRead the title you dope. Changed because I'm not okay anymore. This world is a cripple.