Fear me.
I fill all spaces.
I break all walls.
I convalesce in tight corners.
and piece all the pieces.
Such tiny things are goals.
Such a pitiful want is sleep.
Fear me for I fear nothing.
Run fast for I sprint forward toward the world,
And you are in my way.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
Fear me.
I fill all spaces.
I break all walls.
I convalesce in tight corners.
and piece all the pieces.
Such tiny things are goals.
Such a pitiful want is sleep.
Fear me for I fear nothing.
Run fast for I sprint forward toward the world,
And you are in my way.
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