Philophobia
Inane acts of heroism,
fail to conquer trepidation
There's always an escape, seems
this time, I run far too late
Scarecrows, past abominations
form the briefest hesitaion,
a familiar scent, anxiety,
I guess one more scar won't kill me.
A taste of first love?
I waited,
I waited,
I think I waited long enough
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