"Fear Itself"

Please excuse me.

(I’m tryin to find my way back)

Right now, I only make sense in bite-sized chunks.

(…but I’m lookin thru a peephole)

I walk over my own words that I lay down before me

they are a path of white stones

that glow like little moons in the rain.

I walk and walk, but I never get very far.

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