That warmth
fighting,
drawing,
Lighting a way towards,
a moment.
A time where control,
was nonexistent
Where emotions,
just existed
Where life was not
equal to death
My mind ravaged by feelings,
like a village after war;
not knowing whether to...
Breathe.
I'm caught between,
control by fear
and
the loss of it.
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Fear a powerful motivator. You have penned it well to express the emotion. Well done
nicely done
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