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i often begin

building it before

they all come

by the time im almost done

i begin shunning my doors

i fear it when

they come knocking

asking

begging me

to let them in

and partake a little

of my own personal hell

i hate it

i hate foreseeing the future

i hate you pleading for

my mercy

i hate it when when you

find your salvation

in my comforting mess



but i guess

thats not really me

hating

its just my dread talking

my fear provoking

and my real self unspeaking

having nothing to say

about this whole s hit



before i run out of space

i guess i have to end here

because theres nothing that

can measure what i got

for you here and all the fears

i have to bear