I hate hearing "I told you so"
I cover up my fear with aggression
I hate the word "fear"
Although fear defines perfectly what fills the situation
Although truthfully I am afraid of what threatens me
I am afraid of opening doors that can't be closed
Afraid of closing doors that can no longer be opened
And if we fear the things we don't understand,
why do I fear you?
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Author:
Brie (Pseudonym) (
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