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The Fear

Fear
Is ever present
Bearing down
Breaking my back
With it’s presence.

The Fear
Is of losing
You, I suppose

To Fear
Fear of rejection,
And the Hate

Oh, the Hate.
It follows me, too.
Plaguing every
Waking moment

Because the Hate
Don’t understand
Simple things

Like anyone
Can love
Anyone.



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