Fear
Sometimes I just stop.
I couldn't move even if I tried.
I am sure that it must be the fear
of what is on the other side.
...fear of better things
....or of things getting worse
...fear of being loved
...or of getting hurt
...fear of moving on
...or of letting go
..fear of ignorance
...or of what I know
...fear of being happy
...and of emotional freedom
...fear of me without disorders
...or that I really need them
"screw the fear and jump"
that is what I used to say.
Back when I knew everything,
and I never was afraid.
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