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The Fear - Threat of Doom
I have conjured you into existence and now, you are a raging tempest in my mind’s eye. I shudder at the mere thought of you and your embrace... Will you lay waste to my whimsical heart’s content?
Though I wonder in and out of states of dazed confusion… I still keep reaching through the violent winds of change that knocks me to and fro. My soul is the left shaken by your swift flooding of my being… How can I overcome that which is not seen with my rose tinted vision? For my stricken eyes are not as they once were, instead I envision and feel your figure close to mine and it is blinding and binding.
What say you, beautiful melancholic creature of my own making? I wish to have respite from you… I will be free… I want to be set free from these furious shackles around which I am bound
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