What fears are you alone with
A soul tethered to its home with a stones grip. As I've grown through whirlwinds and  cyclones uncontrolled my souls sick. A perfect memory, through life's test I've taken more steps than centipedes. A conquest compressed to free my solar plexus from unnatural tethering. 
My needs 
I have none
                
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