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my fear is a tangible thing. it is the amorphous monster under my bed or in my closet (depending on the telling) its the goodbyes never said and the emptiness where someone used to be. my fear is that little voice in the back of my head, whispers, you know youre too much and you know youre not enough. my fear is the hope that i have or have had or will have and it is the way that hope will eventually fail me.
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
open letter to the people i've left behind
my fear is a tangible thing. it is the amorphous monster under my bed or in my closet (depending on the telling) its the goodbyes never said and the emptiness where someone used to be. my fear is that little voice in the back of my head, whispers, you know youre too much and you know youre not enough. my fear is the hope that i have or have had or will have and it is the way that hope will eventually fail me.
10/2/16
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21/Non-binary/Bloomington, IN
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
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