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Dread

Coursing through my veins,
The happiness drains,
Body fills with dread,
Panicking in my head.

Depriving me of sleep,
Scaring down deep.
Hatred of that day,
When someone will finally say...

Head buried in the sand,
No one to hold my hand.
Knowing that it's coming,
Heart always drumming.

Hands shaking,
Earth quaking.
Head sweating,
Constantly fretting.

I'm holding on by a thread,
Filled with the worst dread.
It's finally here,
The thing I most fear...

littleone

@littleone

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