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Mar 2019
when fear comes
i make space for it.
i allow my fear to live and breathe and sometimes i give it a slice of pizza.
i feel its' grips and its' tugs
but i turn a blind eye;
because i have learned
that when i don't fight my fear
it does not fight back.

in fact,
i invite fear with me
wherever i go
from ordering off a menu to public displays of affection with my lover
i give it a first class ticket, a front row seat
i tell my fear,
β€œplease, sit back,
enjoy the show
- but you are forbidden
under any circumstances
to take control.”

Mark Boschi
Mark C
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Mark C  19/M
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