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I Fear
I fear. Do you? But, of course There are nightmares; one ghastly visage that plagues the mind even during rest, that grasps your pillows for you; puckered satin beneath stiff appendages, clinging the sheets to your sweating form. But a vision is not fear; the waking perspiration, nothing but a warning that the worst is yet to come. A quivering hand; disembodied fingers brushing a strange cheek. A shaking step; Eyes on the Green Cross Code and not the street ahead. A single day; the first of many and a fresh wound that only time could ever heal. A staggered answer; Hoping to be founded in the depths of this week's fountain of knowledge. An indecision; and the circadian motion of the shiny new variants that your pondering has to offer. I fear the crunching stones beneath my feet, because they signify my walking. I fear the beating of my heart, for it irrevocably signifies my mortality. I fear my eyes, as they speak louder than I would dare. I fear my reflection, for it will never display even a single ounce of beauty. I fear my dreams, for they make my reality into yet another waking nightmare. I fear myself, Because only I know the face beneath the mascara laced tears. A burden to cling to; that I am worth more than this. A cross to bear; that the end is never nigh. A crippling truth; that this is life.
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