Fear of the Unknown

Sun, 06/01/2014 - 16:07 -- Marcsef


I see them talking to each other, smiling with pure joy

I know I can join in and be the same,

I know I could contribute to the conversation with my perspective,

I know that I cannot push myself to do it,

I know I am but chained by my fear to my rut,

I know I will be forever doomed shacked to the familar, numbing rut.

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