Fear

I feel so vulnerable,

I feel so blind,

A monster behind me,

Or is it in my mind?

Or is it just me?

Is this insanity?

Is there no escape?

Is this my cursed fate?

I feel hot breath on my neck's nape,

Death is all that I await,

Yet, it won't come,

So I must suffer,

And try to be tougher,

And hope to be free soon.

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