Its not what you acknowledge- It’s the fear that hasn’t made a home quite yet- A lonely, angry place- I saw it in your wide eyes- I’ll be there when you drive home- When the keys shake in your hands- As you try to open the door- I will be there when you see them- Laughing at you- Pointing there fingers- Your dignity so easily frayed- Seized by my whisper of revenge, a penance- You must one-day deliver- It can’t be- It wasn’t supposed to be that way- It never happened- Don’t lie to yourself- Bringing down yourself with the stones they’ve thrown- Remember to look down- Those thrown stones- Are from your hands now- You must guard yourself with your life- The time has come- My words have been told- In a vision you woke up from last night- The creature woke up, instead of you- From now its your or them- You or them-Birth sign: Libra
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