When we run away from ourselves, what is lost?
Everyone wants to be saved, but no one wants to be a savior.
Stories of the past chill our bones and rot our motivation.
Everyone wants to be saved, but no one wants to be a savior.
Fences of fear override our senses.
Everyone wants to be saved, but no one wants to be a savior.
“I’ll be your savior” says the person outside the fence.
“What are you?” I say.
“I am an animal, the self you left behind.”
“Everyone wants to be saved, but only I can be your savior.”
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