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The Tension of Terror

The Last Day of Pompeii by Karl Bryullov (1830-1833)

Fear, the shadowy figure

Lurking in the corners of my mind

I try to outrun it, but it's always there

A constant presence, one of a kind

It whispers in my ear, tells me I'm not good enough

Makes me doubt my every move

It tells me I'm alone, that no one cares

Leaves me feeling empty and used

But I won't let it win, I won't give in

I'll keep fighting, day and night

I'll confront my fears head-on

And find the strength to ignite

The fire inside me, the passion and drive

I'll push through the darkness and embrace the light

I am stronger than my fears, I am more than enough

I'll rise above it all, and it will be crushed

So bring on the shadows, bring on the fear

I'm ready to face it all, my dear

I won't let it control me, I won't give in

I am the master of my fate, and fear, you will not win.



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