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Fear is somthing we all believe in and at some point we all have faced it.
Who can tell another individual what Fear is its individual for each an another human beeing..
Some people Likes Fear more or Less tho its hard to find people that loves Fear.
Here is a poem about loving the Fear.
I Love FEAR.
I walk on empty streets there`s nothing there, the only thing i can hear is the wind caressing my ear.
A small part inside of me a feeling i know, says stop there you cant go.
I start to shiver and keep myself walking on, to blood of dawn.
The overwhelming Minds focus on you, if i dont get home in time i dont make it trough.
I puke on the open street, wipe my lips and smiles i like what i see.
I crawl back home with the blood flowing underneath my leg. I cry and beg.
I open the door to her house she hold me with a knife, says with eager and dark voice want me to spare your life.
I close my eyes breathing in FEAR i moan and im Home.
/Hebbe Henriksen
Who can tell another individual what Fear is its individual for each an another human beeing..
Some people Likes Fear more or Less tho its hard to find people that loves Fear.
Here is a poem about loving the Fear.
I Love FEAR.
I walk on empty streets there`s nothing there, the only thing i can hear is the wind caressing my ear.
A small part inside of me a feeling i know, says stop there you cant go.
I start to shiver and keep myself walking on, to blood of dawn.
The overwhelming Minds focus on you, if i dont get home in time i dont make it trough.
I puke on the open street, wipe my lips and smiles i like what i see.
I crawl back home with the blood flowing underneath my leg. I cry and beg.
I open the door to her house she hold me with a knife, says with eager and dark voice want me to spare your life.
I close my eyes breathing in FEAR i moan and im Home.
/Hebbe Henriksen
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