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I’m afraid of dying. I’m afraid of what I’ve been warned about you. I’m scared of everything That may just be true I’m afraid of everyone. I’m afraid of what They’ve all told me about you. I’m terrified of living Without a single answer Was Thomas so wrong Not to believe you Without slipping his fingers Through your heart and your wrists? I’m afraid of being a skeptic. I’m afraid of doubting All that I’ve been told about you. I’m scared of believing That you’re my only chance I’m afraid of being wrong. I’m afraid of what I’ve been told you might do. I’m terrified of being right And falling into nothingness Would I be so wrong Not to believe you Without slipping my own fingers Through your heart and your wrists? I’m afraid of eternity. I’m afraid of where Either death may lead me. I’m terrorized by knowing Only one fear is real.
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Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 3:54 AM UTC
Prayer by a Doubting Thomas
I’m afraid of dying. I’m afraid of what I’ve been warned about you. I’m scared of everything That may just be true I’m afraid of everyone. I’m afraid of what They’ve all told me about you. I’m terrified of living Without a single answer Was Thomas so wrong Not to believe you Without slipping his fingers Through your heart and your wrists? I’m afraid of being a skeptic. I’m afraid of doubting All that I’ve been told about you. I’m scared of believing That you’re my only chance I’m afraid of being wrong. I’m afraid of what I’ve been told you might do. I’m terrified of being right And falling into nothingness Would I be so wrong Not to believe you Without slipping my own fingers Through your heart and your wrists? I’m afraid of eternity. I’m afraid of where Either death may lead me. I’m terrorized by knowing Only one fear is real.
danny-c
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32/M/American
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 3:54 AM UTC
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