Saturday
"I am afraid."
It feels so strange to say it out loud, to hear myself finally give
life to such a familiar feeling. I have always buried
fear, calling it weakness in hopes it would
go away. It never went away, I just
believed in both. Weakness and
fear now attacked my systems.
I didn't talk to anyone. How
could I? That would be admi-
tting I was weak. Instead, I
just opted to be afraid.
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Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.
