fear at its finest.

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im scared. 

i dont have a reason to be i just am.

maybe it's the fear of being left in the past.

or maybe its the constant living in future.

due to my overthinking, it all becomes merely impossible.

no choices are genuinely my own.

my mind tends to take over.

my ability to make choices vanishes.


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