Fear!
Of life!
Of life!
I fear! To make a life!
A life with or without you!
Fear! I feel! Fear I am!
Always fear! Eternally fear!
Of becoming something that matters,
Of being wrong! And right!
And yet! Fear I shelve!
I ought to shelve!
And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
Fear!
Of life!
Of life!
I fear! To make a life!
A life with or without you!
Fear! I feel! Fear I am!
Always fear! Eternally fear!
Of becoming something that matters,
Of being wrong! And right!
And yet! Fear I shelve!
I ought to shelve!
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