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Dec 2018
Fear
I own Nothing
I have it so it's mine
don't take them from me
Loathe life
till you see death
it reminds you to be afraid
and you are afraid
till the image fades
till shadows don't scare
until you expect tomorrow
and when it doesn't come
you curse its name

I am afraid
that ill forget to be afraid
and waste time

Time is a gift from God
are we so blind to say that it is ours to give to Him
are we So deaf that we can not even feel the earth split under our feet

A man is born and given life
and yet still needs a sign
Written by
William Williamson  21/M/Where the river starts
(21/M/Where the river starts)   
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