Fear
For the moments I felt it the most but kept on walking—
Away from somthing that felt like the last harbor in a tempestuous sea—
Or towards something that could only be banished if I stood up and roared in its face.
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For the moments I felt it the most but kept on walking—
Away from somthing that felt like the last harbor in a tempestuous sea—
Or towards something that could only be banished if I stood up and roared in its face.