Dear fear hear the whispers of my voice
a paradox of hate
a taming feel
A world of pain
that grows like a seed
but it must have nutrients to grow
don't let it have it, let it starve
Thank you for your poetry
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Dear fear hear the whispers of my voice a paradox of hate a taming feel A world of pain that grows like a seed but it must have nutrients to grow don't let it have it, let it starve Thank you for your poetry