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Jan 2012
The unknown scares me.

The afterdeath,
who you are,
who I am,
and
who I will be.

It all scares the hell out of me.

Why we all live on the planet,
why I was born.

No one has the answers
Everything in my life has unknown reasons.

Death
human existence.
Why is there such a thing?
No one will ever know,
and it scares me.

Like I said,
the unknown scares me.
Christine Staufenberg
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