I am half the eye of the morning.
I am suppose to be able to overcome fear with great strength and courage.
I cannot. How is it that i am the one that can rally up the folks against insurmountable odds, when i in fact would rather sleep then see the dawning of a new day.
Inside me is some kind of remarkable inner strength, i do not have it. I should be a bright red, a brilliant color, instead i feel consumed by something dark. I am not afraid, fearless, i will not accept defeat, but i have been defeated by the sickness in my mind. I am optimistic, i am not though, not anymore. My element is fire, i feel like air, invisible, a roller coaster of hot and cold, fast and slow. I need fixing, i need it now.
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