They say fear is the enemy’s weapon

Then I am my own enemy.

It’s not that I can’t get there

I can, but I’m scared.

I lie down and reminisce the old days

When fear had been washed away

The same days when I lost myself

I remember and it scares me

I still remember

The days when I was not me

When I didn’t live for me.

And I don’t want to go back

I still remember

The nights I put up not for me

Those nights I cried

Because I couldn’t feel myself

I remember and it scares me.

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