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Panica

Fear consumes
an unfourtunate soul
it takes over
the body and mind
and though you, a mortal
might die very soon
fear remains the undying.

The trust
fear drinks
savoring each sip
and the words
"I don't trust you"
spill from your lips
and the feelings you
lose, that fear has hid
all those things will
come to an end

And being very clever
fear will hide
but each time I
see you,
there's fear in
your eyes
and fear devours
kind words in your mouth
and fear makes you
tremble and shout
and though very brave
you usually are,
I'm afraid this time
fear won the war.



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