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Let Me Run Beside You

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WordOfChen

Published: Dec 7, 2016

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I have seen the creature that haunts you.

The demon breathing its presence down your shivering neck.

I have seen the way that it taunts you;

leaving you as little more than a twisted nervous wreck.

So often it becomes your desire,

to run yourself into a fantasy world.

You seek a place that it cannot chase you;

And so your mind escapes while your body curls...

But reality rears its ugly head

And you find yourself slipping ever deep.

It is why I ask you now to take a breath,

for the slope you're on is fairly steep!

But if instead you'd look toward the sky--

Just hold your head up proudly and look my way.

I'll be the other dreamer that's trying to reach you,

For together, I believe, we might survive this disarray.

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encouraging inspiring literature poem poetry positive positivity

Helllllloooo everybody,

So today I decided to do something that I felt was more encouraging lol. It's actually a response to Wanderer-Fehn's piece "Omen" but I don't think she's posted it yet.

Although there is a good bit of rhyme in this, I don't recommend rapping it. It makes more sense with a smart accent rather than a street one, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :'3

Stay positive, because you've always helped me do the same! (and I mean all of you on DA)

- Chennie

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