SometimesThe fear is like a living thingMoving inside meTrying to take me overAnd make me not meI’ve learned thoughThat it is an imposterAnd if I findSomething beautiful to think aboutThe fear will be pushed outAnd happier thoughts will take its placeThen I will be creatingThe future I wantNot the future I fearAnd those thoughts willContinueContinue reading “Sometimes”
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Deb Hawken - Amorah 