Crisis; the plunge. Deep, shadowed what’s hidden below what’s hidden inside.
Fear; the knot cold, grinding, twisting inside Do they see can they feel what I feel the shaking the dreams.
A deep breath move forward fear does not win must not win can never win. Life clings to that freedom...the exhilaration within...how to explain?
Good and bad cannot be set apart; intertwined in the passion and the fear.
You do what you do; you are who you are...acceptance comes late, yet does not define.
Face the fear; face and embrace know who you are in that moment...that place you will never forget
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