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he tells me to **** my fears i try, i try my best to **** them i lean over them in the darkness of the night thinking to stab them with the sharpest of the knives i hold it tightly in my hand i expect them to put up a fight but they don't, they do nothing at all and i realize that i cannot **** them i cannot **** something that has been a part of me since the beginning so i pull up the trunk from under the bed and lock them away and tell them to be quite. he tells me again to **** all my fears i tell him they are dead, yes i lie he buys it easily and i secretly smile i hate my fears yet they feel like the only thing that is truly mine.
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
my fears are dead (not)
he tells me to **** my fears i try, i try my best to **** them i lean over them in the darkness of the night thinking to stab them with the sharpest of the knives i hold it tightly in my hand i expect them to put up a fight but they don't, they do nothing at all and i realize that i cannot **** them i cannot **** something that has been a part of me since the beginning so i pull up the trunk from under the bed and lock them away and tell them to be quite. he tells me again to **** all my fears i tell him they are dead, yes i lie he buys it easily and i secretly smile i hate my fears yet they feel like the only thing that is truly mine.
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
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