Fear

18 years

Looking over my shoulder every hour

I coward into paper

Unto them, my greatest fears

Seeing a face I haven't seen in a long time

Maybe, it's just my mind

 

Nevermind what tomorrow brings

For whom the sleigh bells toll

Most likely it will be in the middle

That is why I look over my shoulder

 

Maybe fear is telling me to end it all

So I no longer see it

I don't listen to fear anymore

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