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Egad! You creep again!
So be it!
Bring your trials to me once again!
Spin your web of blackness ever thicker!
Sticky, filthy, vile thing.
I won't run this time.
I welcome your trap!
I wrap myself in your horrible strands!
You shall not fool me again!
This time, I shall make no attempt to untangle myself.
This time, I shall not scream.
This time, I shall not fear as my breath is blocked and you suffocate me!
Kill me you horrible thing! I welcome it!
Ah but you can't!
Your web is made out of my fear, of which there is no more.
So you have no hold, do you!?
Then I'm sure you won't mind...
* scrunch *
- MB -
You are not your job, your titles, your possessions, your degrees, your lovers, your relationships, your place of residence, your social security number, your ID, your bills, your worries, your bank account, your age or your body. You are the timeless being that created & perceives itself through those things, and you have the power to play or not play that game. When someone asks me "what do you do?" looking for some title to pin me down, I laugh and say "EVERYTHING!" - Blackout
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