# What Kind Of Dragon Has Acrophobia
_I may be a dragon, but I don't breathe fire for the thrill_ \
_I may be a killer, but I killed my sinning shrill_ \
_Voice in my head telling me to fight my fears_ \
_Scales, claws gone scraping at my heart_ \
_I'll never die, I'll never fall as long as my wings_ \
_Can save me from my own self-doubt_ \
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_The gnawing fangs of my own perpetual arrogance_ \
_Blowing smoke like vapor waves flowing in a dance_ \
_To invoke my surreptitious slithering tongue_ \
_Making marks at poignant chapters_ \
_The footnotes of my autobiography made live_ \
_Seeking through the lines on the hunt_ \
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_Tear my own holes in the plot_ \
_Rip apart pages from the script_ \
_Why am I always afraid to fall_ \
_Why do I miss being human_ \
_In a world where I'm anything_ \
_But the same chained avian_ \
_Singing songs to myself_ \
_Writing words I'll burn up_ \
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_The silence of the past leaves echoes in my soul_ \
_And even though the play continues onward still_ \
_I can't stop asking myself who I am in the end_ \
_Questioning myself and defying my insecurity_ \
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_I am a dragon at heart_ \
_and when I soar I'll ignite_ \
_the spirits of my greatest endeavors_ \
_brought to life not by my own accord,_ \
_but with the assistance of those who tend_ \
_to the ashes I create around me_