Dead Fears

Turning back to the problems
Walking to the problems
Facing my fears
Grabbing them
Knotting them a rope
Giving them a poison
Soon, they will die
I will smile in the sunshine
I will walk on the beautiful green grass
I will run on the grass
Let my voice laugh
I will never let my fears come back to me
It will never run a circle, again
I will run free
My lips will strength to smile
I will always be same person inside me
However I will never act the same person outside me
My heart will never be cold, stone heart
It will always keep a heart warm

Poem by The Lost Get Found

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