Myself

March 19, 2019

Other than myself,

Nothing scares me

Death, spiders, heights,

Nothing makes me squirm

Other than my emotions.

Feeling anything terrifies me

Throws me into a whirlwind of panic

I subdue them with logic

Which is illogical

I lose.

I have to feel

I am finding myself

Not with logic,

But with emotion.

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