Someone I am is waiting for my courage (forgotten_aria) wrote,
Someone I am is waiting for my courage

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Well that was short lived

The crack of the rifle
scares the faire from my grasp
The world turns grey
and I sit, small in a room
a thousand voices beat down on me
focing me to the floor
Tireless and I am lazy
Fearless and I am a coward
Brillian and I am a dullard

Let me out,
let me go.
I want to run, but shackles of doubt ring my feet
and my neck

And their voices beat down
and I don't even know what I'm doing here
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