Fear

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2-3-15

You are scary, impairing, my senses speed up when you come around, my nerves cringe when you make a sound, my heart beats a million times a second, I am full of repentance, for the things I feel, but I cannot conceal, my dislike for you, its what I do, its what you did back when, and I've feared since then

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