Every fear took physical form,
Every form kept me deform.
Such vicious beasts eating me alive,
Pushing my thought process into overdrive.
They all came at once,
Making me feel like a dunce.
Every where I turn, every step I took,
They were there ready to make my life into a horror book.
My view was never crystal clear
But when they took form, I felt another kind of fear,
And with the formation of new fears I forgot how to steer,
My life became a cracked sphere.
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