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Adapt.

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.

 

For you, my love.

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