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My words. Typed. As if- They could ever be called- Neat. *WARNING* Life is fucked up- So I guess I am too.

<Fear>

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by Alyssauthor

by Alyssauthor

This..

This is why..

I want to leave.

The fear.

Not only for,

Myself.

But for them too.

Maybe that's part of why..

I haven't made the choice,

To leave.

Yet.

Or maybe I'm not that-

Selfless.

Maybe I'm only scared,

Of what will happen..

To me.

Shaking hands.

Trembling body.

Pounding blood.

Aching heart.

And I'm not even..

The one screaming.