Trapped With Fears
Lock me in a room.
Make sure the closest person is miles away,
So there will be no one to scream to,
No one to call to,
No one to rescue me.
Now place all my fears,
Into the same presence as I.
Now allow me to suffer from this traumatizing experience.
I know this all sounds derange,
But this is actually a wonderful gift.
A gift that almost no individual,
Is audacious enough to ask for.
A gift that’ll change your life forever.
I desire to be trapped with my fears because,
It’s a spectacular opportunity.
An opportunity to conquer all my fears.
An opportunity to finally become fearless.
Now ain’t that some shit?
A life without fears.
That’s something everyone would want,
But never go through the suffering to obtain,
That characteristic.
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