Danger asks for something I don't want to do she's asking me for a bite it's all my fault I enjoyed it honestly without inhibition of fear of danger so now I must hand the cotton over or else I'll be hurt in some form or Frame i hand it over happily with no regrets eating one bite of the cotton honestly reminds me of the reason cotton is so important to me the sweetness embraced me when I embraced it with the resistance of fear of losing b4 I use to gulp the whole thing enjoining nothing but the ghost of the memory of the what it first tasted like and now I'm in dangers reach but I can taste the cottons when it's sweet the fear of danger to begin with never served me in any way but one it was a good lier and it told me things I wanted to hear : hide and you'll be safe , run and you'll be to far to reach , choke and no one will hear .. but they did find me and they did reach me and they did hear me the difference was I believed dangerous actions could be controlled by me when they couldn't danger happens when it pleases so I should do as I please too when I can
