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I wish I wasn't so afraid all the time it's a default I mean **** my earliest human memory is of being afraid of something on the tv He told me it's a huge flaw, problematic that I need to have a better grasp on reality I asked him how he does it how is he not afraid "Science, baby. It's all about basic science." He doesn't believe in ghosts or spirits aliens nor monsters I think the only thing he is truly afraid of is himself (but he'll never admit that) I'm afraid of him, too afraid of falling for another broken man afraid of the addiction and the sickness You know it is really true what they say, we fall for people who remind us of our parents pt. 2 We were sittin there on his driveway beer in his hand, a joint in mine and he said to me You can leave at any point and I wouldn't blame you. I would be okay. But God do I want you to stay. and I couldn't think of anything to say the silence choked me so we went inside and sat on his bed his hand in mine and we looked at a book full of all of Van Gogh's paintings I cried He cried we're trying -
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
being afraid (of a lot)
I wish I wasn't so afraid all the time it's a default I mean **** my earliest human memory is of being afraid of something on the tv He told me it's a huge flaw, problematic that I need to have a better grasp on reality I asked him how he does it how is he not afraid "Science, baby. It's all about basic science." He doesn't believe in ghosts or spirits aliens nor monsters I think the only thing he is truly afraid of is himself (but he'll never admit that) I'm afraid of him, too afraid of falling for another broken man afraid of the addiction and the sickness You know it is really true what they say, we fall for people who remind us of our parents pt. 2 We were sittin there on his driveway beer in his hand, a joint in mine and he said to me You can leave at any point and I wouldn't blame you. I would be okay. But God do I want you to stay. and I couldn't think of anything to say the silence choked me so we went inside and sat on his bed his hand in mine and we looked at a book full of all of Van Gogh's paintings I cried He cried we're trying -
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
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