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predicting the unpredictable, if it meant to be it will
be, there are shadows, that keep spying on my
behind, I look but sound and dusts are at display,
wonder who left what where, check my back, no
threats lingers but this discomforts my focus, keep
gazing but it seem hopeless. 

This discomfort diss my curiosity, stream of questions, who? what? and
why? occupies much of my sane space, now, I
mean gates and doors of my yesterday are all
sealed. 

In my mind no question marks stored but
this back starring reduces my pace forward, my
pulse lowering, this requires my undivided attention, heart beat volume so high, let loose my
uptightness, Should I tight laces, but this is not
marathon, just a challenge, launched from my
fearful foes. 

Who to ponder? I mean, no one pose
no threat. Dining with lions, is in my blood. Who to
fear? Smiles that never lasted throughout my back turning? Nor friends who called me besties by day
but by night a target? My paranoia gears are
surpassing my normalcy dosage, nearing my
irreparable contingency...

Realise foes, hides in shadows, my shadow, those I
know by name and those I share my laughters with. where to rid this shadow, when everywhere
everyone chasing something, I mean, required
when its beneficial. 

Fellow beings in my relation
circles better than being in lions dens, for the attack
knowingly launched but these fellows, stabbing
with a numb face, so bad I don't wanna die in silent, wanna take my slayer's names with me to my
creator. 
#Poetic_Ink

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