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It travels up my spine My blood seems to skyrocket Hammering my head violently This feeling, I can't accept Nor can I abuse it, It seems to dry out my instincts And fill the puddles with regrets of action
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
Fear
It travels up my spine My blood seems to skyrocket Hammering my head violently This feeling, I can't accept Nor can I abuse it, It seems to dry out my instincts And fill the puddles with regrets of action
A poem about fear of the past actions.
Bbek_deep132
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19/M/Pokhara nepal
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 9:16 PM UTC
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