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Sep 2011
Pounding,
on your self-conscious mind.
Like rain,
you can’t even tell time.

Confused,
more than ever before.
Hiding,
you can’t take this anymore.

Fears! and phobias!
Lost and you don’t know which way to turn,
your body begins to burn.
Fears! and phobias!
Hopefully someday you’ll finally learn,
how to handle this burn.

Crying,
tearing yourself apart.
Dying,
is your innocent heart.

Afraid,
you don’t know what to do.
The truth is,
you have nothing to lose.

Fears! and phobias!
Lost and you don’t know which way to turn,
your body begins to burn.
Fears! and phobias!
Hopefully someday you’ll finally learn,
how to handle this burn.

Handle this burn,
someday you’ll finally learn,
how to handle this burn.
You’ll finally learn,
how to handle this burn.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio- From Traveling Through Time
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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