I get scared easily. And I always have persisted to allow my mind to be torn out when I let it affect me. They say, "Worst case scenario is rare." in most situations. I have yet to seek why they ignore worst case, become it, leaving nothing left for the worst. Habitually it creates an aggression with associates: replacement and correlation. Without me noticing inevitably.
Behind. This shadow that follows, desires its personification; Consequently the main man must fall, He will dissipate towards the rock where the one before him stood. Rather take a spot of one greater, it is that of less higher. A demotion of sort. In order for it to transpose into progression, a compromise is of order. The compromise of time, itself, playing the waiting game - (let us back step)
…replacement…correlation…
The understanding of this is of which I no longer feel that emotion; It is configured by the other, making a statement which is unrecognizable. So much, not even I, the speaker, can do anything to prove to you what I mean. --For keeps sake-- This is no where near a poor pardon for my actions. They are far from a credible stature. Far from a pity fete; Indeed a fare apology is in par. Yet this is a means of report to say in far value: worry. It is of pure arrogance that I state this claim. Keep this in mind. That I fear the replacement emotion shall take place in fair time once more.
As the tail is coming back again, second time to be specific. And your steps in self-fulfillment climaxes, The steps to which I take are mimicked to that of the first tail. (The apex forms and your entitlement proclaims its spot.) I wish it not, to be furthered in my rut. As of the annum before, was explained by dis-valued ties. This is not to which I think. It is your confidence which speaks and separates your feet. Placing one foot in one path, far ahead from the other. As I stay with the other, while the other one is altered. Being free as it walks along with out I. I wish for an ignoring of replacement, and to this I will forcibly try.