Work

Hell

can’t seem to find me

Rather it’s always behind me

Trust what’s inside me

Logic made by me

For me

And if errors occur

Like if I terror flirt

Like if I flirt with terror

The rarer my fear will look

Stare in the mirror shook

Survivng devils

But look who is breathing care of work

Love of living

If I make it out

I’ll have material to write a book

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