No torture is created here;
the passion is the torture
to this obsessive mind, wherein
I find no complacency or fear;
no apprehension, my dear.
Just face me, follow the depths of
your mind,
where you’ll find you can control
this fear,
this mind.
My dear,
All you can do is try.
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