My mind is racing my heart is tracing all the pain I’ve felt, the smallest hour holds the most power when standing alone. I am here pacing and wasting the time that I have, hope has fled and my mind brings dread of the next possible encounter. Why am I do afraid of someone I can not read, for I can not find any reason to even be bothered. I don’t sympathize with the demoralized, he knows he gets to me. I’m terrified because I find the violence radiating off of him intimidating, he knows his way around a gun and hunts me like I’m prey. No longer will I sit here and let my hope decay. I want to fight I want to run I want to stand up tall, and yet when I think of doing anything my confidence falls. The people here are blind to the fact that he’s not well, something is stirring and brewing inside him and I happen to be in the crossfire. I hide and avoid, ignore and try to keep my routine going. He starts showing up at random and now that has me going, what do I do how can I keep this up if he is going out of his way to find me. How will this end, will I have friends if he makes it seem like I’m trying to slander his moral. I’m terrified to leave my room, sounds like he might win, but if things don’t get better soon I will do him in.
My mind is racing my heart is tracing all the pain I’ve felt, the smallest hour holds the most power when standing alone. I am here pacing and wasting the time that I have, hope has fled and my mind brings dread of the next possible encounter. Why am
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dark_temptation Aspiring poet and college student
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Silent intimidation

My mind is racing my heart is tracing all the pain I’ve felt, the smallest hour holds the most power when standing alone. I am here pacing and wasting the time that I have, hope has fled and my mind brings dread of the next possible encounter. Why am I do afraid of someone I can not read, for I can not find any reason to even be bothered. I don’t sympathize with the demoralized, he knows he gets to me. I’m terrified because I find the violence radiating off of him intimidating, he knows his way around a gun and hunts me like I’m prey. No longer will I sit here and let my hope decay. I want to fight I want to run I want to stand up tall, and yet when I think of doing anything my confidence falls. The people here are blind to the fact that he’s not well, something is stirring and brewing inside him and I happen to be in the crossfire. I hide and avoid, ignore and try to keep my routine going. He starts showing up at random and now that has me going, what do I do how can I keep this up if he is going out of his way to find me. How will this end, will I have friends if he makes it seem like I’m trying to slander his moral. I’m terrified to leave my room, sounds like he might win, but if things don’t get better soon I will do him in.

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