If I drop a tear
Then it would be clear.
It will come near.
The thing that I fear.
I'm nothing, I'm mere.
That's all I hear.
.
.
.
I fear death, by my own hand
My soul sinks further into the sand.
I fear I'll lose myself
I fear I have to ask for help
I fear many things.
Things you can't begin to think
But I pretend.
Till the very end.
Nothing scares me.
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Anguished Optimism
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