Exon

My privileged peril

By lack of attention, I have let this thing free

It hides no longer in time, but comes to get me

Ignorance its creator, I use as my shield

To fight it is to fail, To flee it is to yield

Friends gift encouragement to lift me from my knees

But they too will fall prey to this infectious disease

The hopeful are unwilling, only the fearful have drive

Though not even this raw emotion could keep me alive

For escaping such inhibitory panic, with intrepid procrastination

Could only push me further into my self-made damnation

And now that it has ended, I have turned round to see

That I am truly fucked, yet in ecstasy 

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