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Scared is my lone feeling, scared of my own immaturity. Scared of my own ceiling, scared I'll die of uncertainty. Stared at my own image, scared of my grown insecurities. Glared at my told limits, dared to be stopped by adversity. It's clear who bestowed this hex on me. I bleed clear, that's anxiety. I fear for what's inside of me. I can no longer hide it quietly. So just don't forget about me. For even when I doubt you. Know I do now, I'm no good without you. No, no. The temperature's dropping. The predator's camouflaging. He doesn't think that I can, see but I feel him watching. As I'm shaking hands with the dark parts of my thoughts, woah. They sense body heat yet with that shake I might as well be, ghost. Now see sometimes to stay alive you have to **** the warmth up in your, soul. They're gnawing on the mystic, clawing up the magician. Repeating simple phrases, "One day at a time." As someone holy insisted. I want the markings left on my skin, to mean something again. Please don't leave without me. I know how fast doubt be. Don't forget about me, For even if I doubt you. I can't leave without you.
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC
Doubt you
Scared is my lone feeling, scared of my own immaturity. Scared of my own ceiling, scared I'll die of uncertainty. Stared at my own image, scared of my grown insecurities. Glared at my told limits, dared to be stopped by adversity. It's clear who bestowed this hex on me. I bleed clear, that's anxiety. I fear for what's inside of me. I can no longer hide it quietly. So just don't forget about me. For even when I doubt you. Know I do now, I'm no good without you. No, no. The temperature's dropping. The predator's camouflaging. He doesn't think that I can, see but I feel him watching. As I'm shaking hands with the dark parts of my thoughts, woah. They sense body heat yet with that shake I might as well be, ghost. Now see sometimes to stay alive you have to **** the warmth up in your, soul. They're gnawing on the mystic, clawing up the magician. Repeating simple phrases, "One day at a time." As someone holy insisted. I want the markings left on my skin, to mean something again. Please don't leave without me. I know how fast doubt be. Don't forget about me, For even if I doubt you. I can't leave without you.
-M.P.P another piece off my upcoming book The R.A.P Project
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 2:25 AM UTC
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