Just keep counting your blessings and lose them one by one. Heaven forbid or heaven foreboding- feeling a stinging in my nose before the tears start flowing. I am a scared child. An older face, older bones. A fall from grace with every groan. But we all still tremble when we face the unknown. Don't we? I do. Don't you? Every second, minute, hour, day. I can't help but feel- still panic stricken. Still petrified of the dark. Still taxed. Still burdened. Bathed in light....
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