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Apr 2022
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

There is a limit to every fear:

The limit you chase most individuals
Wherein they look behind and see there is no where else to run to but to stand and fight.

Be careful, because that moment,
You the hunter will fall victim of what you have done to them over the years.

The respect they have for you will be no more; all they want is their freedom and happiness.

The names you called them will pounce on you.

Because in every broken being, there is an inner strength they are yet to discover and if they uphold it: the unimaginable plays the keyboard of game up for them.

While you still have the time: be nice.
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Jennifersoter Ezewi
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