Her hold on me is heavy.
I don’t have the words or strength to carry me through.
Instead, I’m motivated by fear.
The fear of failure,
The fear of death,
The fear of being seen,
The fear of exposure,
The fear of being lost,
The fear of being found slipping,
The fear of feeling fearful.
I feel as if I’m being unfair that someone cares enough to check in on me.
This fear is unfair.

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