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I am  afraid to confront it

but my desires is to want it.

but why I ask myself

if I mange to  lose everything I touch.

 

I am afraid to sin

because I don't want the devil to win.

this war of life

that I watch through thin glass.

 

I am afraid to be alone

with thread my lips are sewn.

its hard to speak

when others cant understand.

 

I am afraid to touch

my mind is in a rush

to keep up with my heart's  

unstable passion.

 

but I am more afraid of me

and what my actions could be.

to exist then be forgotten.

clutching a broken glass of hope

that leaves a bloody tail of regret

ever time my clock ticks...

 

 

 

 

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