Confronting My Fear Of Life
When they ask me what are you scared of in life I lie I'm afraid to expose you in fear of what you may do. Your my captor and I'm your slave I sadly have to think this each and everyday. Your the bastard inside my head who tells me I'm worthless and better off dead you fill my mind up with fear and dread.
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