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Mar 2021
I'm afraid.
Afraid to be happy.
Afraid to be at peace.
Afraid to be calm.

But when I see you, I see a life without that fear.
I walk towards it, my whole being shaking.
Knowing that the future I've always dreamt of is here.
But it's that same future that I've always feared.

To know what I want, yet to be afraid to take it,
Is the cruelest form of suffering there is.
It is like having a hungry, empty stomach,
and a throat as wide as a tooth pick.

Yet, I march on, trepidatious as I might be.
For I see a beautiful life, just you and me.
Phantom647
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Phantom647  25/M/Washington, DC
(25/M/Washington, DC)   
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