I'm running
from the mirrors
of my brain

I want to be a writer
I want to be a novelist
I want to be a writer

running
running
running

my brain is the roadrunner
it catches up to me
and strangles me in daydreams

til' I die

I guess this is it.
You had your final straw.

Your clothes are strewn about on the floor
Waiting to be folded up
To be tossed in a bag,
And carried far away from here.

Your belongings have all disappeared.
You took them all, remember?

I guess this is our final hour.
I guess this is
My final

*Goodbye

Fear is what kills, fear is not the thing to keep you moving
Fear is like pills, it's gets to u and stops ur heart from pumping
It's addictive, a drug, it sends the fearless fearful, thinking
How did they feel this feeling of fear which just sends them sinking.

Fear is the pain which drags the people down into the ground.
Fear is the mood which sends the innocent to do no good.
Fear is the knife which is sent through everyone's hearts around
Fear is darkness, unseen, and overcomes thousands like a sandstorm, darude.

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how
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how
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miscoinage
victoriate
lanai

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I have seen it all
from the spring to the fall
three years and one more