I feared myself…

..more than I feared anyone or anything. I knew how powerful I was. I knew how powerful I could be— It was terrifying. I kept nostalgia as my right-hand shield. My shield of protection so I could dwell on all that was, instead of becoming all I was.
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Published on August 04, 2013 23:05
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