I sat upon an empty seat while my thoughts are on wild. Trying to erase my favorites, thoughts of fear.
They haunt me all this pain bottled up and released raindrops of tias expressed in my sorrow.
Dreaming of something, a prediction, an image.
I was all caught up Into a deadly fight with my foe.
But my future is way ahead still holds and in search for a soulmate.
I saw it as a raged with tears.
Thought that I would be trapped in search of war. Allowing my crazy thoughts to run extremely wild again to chase beyond barriers.
My fear shall not attack me no more.
I shall run with hope not doubt or a terrifying look can make the fear receive a medal.




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