' 'fear' 'mental illness' 'spirituality'
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To live is to risk dying
To depart’s to risk losing your way
To laugh is to risk looking foolish
To wake is to risk a new day
To accept is to risk apathy
To attempt is to risk despair
My lonely is tantalizing and placid.It isn’t tasting of hostility, sorrow, and vapid.Although, it’s together with the toil of possible isolation,It is gleaming smiles and the blooming of imagination.
In the dark, my soul in dread
Despair in the unknowns ahead
My heart races and I don't know why
But all I want to do is cry.
A lost friend, a lost love
A lost life behind,
My thighs, my scars
