Fear
Talk to me when I have nothing left but my
thoughts
Be with me when I can’t crack the surface of content
Walk with me when I can’t feel myself and I’m lost
Love me when all I can offer is love though my heart is bent
Because with you all of these things disappear
But without us I am hollow with the dark being of fear
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