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Can I?


Something within beats madly,

angrily forcing thoughts to the surface.

Feelings felt are dealt easier

than a body succumb to them.

Emotions over-ride the system

eagerly wanting to be relieved;

the only remedy is becoming known,

breaking free, regardless of sacrifices.

Overwhelmed is all in one.

One of the deadliest emotions,

the seven deadly sins warped

creating such a destructive feeling.

Truth comes similar to a drunk;

slurred out between nonsense,

though, the message is still received.

Breathe and speak,

communicate, even through fear,

the only true contender holding a man back.

Purpose is ability

ability is courage

courage is sacrifice

sacrifice is fear

fear is overwhelming. 

 
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