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May 2018
He is surely serious,
Moderately devious.
His face is deluding;
His smile - accusing.

Deluding of His ways.
Accusing of the praise
You blindly give to Faith,
Like it’s a which or wraith?

This devil’s name is Fear,
Origins of his powers are clear:
It comes from Your mind dear.
And know: his judgment is severe.

At first, shade of doubt appears -
In your ambition it might interfere.
Like evil spawn, it is somewhere near...
Apart your sweet dreams it may tear.
Mantas
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Mantas  19/M
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     Stara and Samuel Louis
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