Inner Luci

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Her (Hope And End)

When she died

I shot out fear

When she lived

I cried out memory

When she moved

I was without feeling

When she touched me

I had nothing to run from

When she became the last

I became the fool she trusted

When she was getting even bigger

I let her become what I feared to this day



Never trust yourself...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A Luci poem, the demon inside yourself (myself aswell) that you let become bigger and it turns into your fears...

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