TERRORS

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The day flees before my eyes
And the time of night is near.
The terrors I've long denied
And hoped not to face is here.

I procrastinated as long as I could,
Buying myself time to feed the loop.
Promises I made that I never fulfilled
Now they've come to collect and laugh at a fool.

The mess I made of what I had
Jeopardized my life so bad.
But with one last trick in the bag,
I hope to make the forthcoming terrors very sad.

©Sephace_

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