Why you act like I wont destroy everything you built
Like I wont tell what goes on
Like I wont make you feel the way I do
Like I wont take a match to the legacy that you built
Dont act like I’m not that bitch
Act like I never dug a grave before
Like I’m not smart but fucking crazy
Like i would be that girl to cut off everything
Like i dont know that you envy me
Let’s be honest
You fucking wish you WERE ME!!!!
Fear.
It’s what drives the body to move forward or back down.
The motivation to deplete one’s confidence is destroyed the moment
hesitation comes into perspective.
Panic.
The neighboring quality that aids fear along the path.
Wading patiently to overcome its next victim.
Misery.
The third member of the party always late on arrival but never forgotten.
When one’s whole world starts crashing down upon you, what stops the rumble?
What calms the storm and erases the qualms?
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