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Friday, August 5, 2022

On the other side is you.

You don’t see it now,

Because fear renews,

A wall—it seems to be…

Next to an uncertain heartbeat,

Which beats so hard that it strengthens,

Reinforcing that wall by the inches,

Thicker and thicker that it squishes,

Your every existence and then tensions,

Takes its space and pinches,

Smothering you by fear’s fate,

With no choice but to yield.

So, you curdle,

Becoming the wall,

Anxiety’s free fall,

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You’re on the other side,

And alive,

The only thing that died,

Fear,

A lie.

-Budd

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