I’m a blurry train wreck
I’m the bottom of a pit
I’m the black ice in the winter
I’m the darkest rain cloud
I’m the sting from the bee
I’m a fading car crash
I’m the dust on the ground
I’m the tears in my lonely eyes
I’m a distant social disease
I’m the monster under my bed
I’m the skeleton in my closet
I’m the spider creating my own web
I’m the tarantula in the desert
I’m the demon in my soul
Storm of Ink 
We are the authors of our own fears! A masterstroke!
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Yes we are – thanks Lady G! How are you today?
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Thanks for asking….I am well and you?
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I am well, waiting on Friday
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The fears that I think define me don’t truly define me at all. I am more than that.
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