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Need What You Fear

My self, I’m told makes your blood run cold, I don’t like how you live or hear a word that you say. Your great vision now, it just does not allow for a man like me, yet you’re dying for a taste Your greatest fear is that if you draw near you will find no wrong, and have to hear it through. You spend so much time repeating well-worn lines, and if they fall down, what will be left to you? That’s the point I make, it’s a damn mistake to think men and women are just political props. That’s why you come here, you need what you fear, but do beware once I start, I don’t stop.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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