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Written some time ago... Within the past week or so... But never got finished or posted.
I cry because I am so afraid. I don't know what else to do. Trembling with fear... of... all my insecurities. That it will happen again. The "it." And the "again." That I am doomed, destiny of failure. Feeling so helpless, as a biological determinant to endure such pain. I taint everything with their parasites.
I cry because I am so afraid. I don't know what else to do. Trembling with fear... of... all my insecurities. That it will happen again. The "it." And the "again." That I am doomed, destiny of failure. Feeling so helpless, as a biological determinant to endure such pain. I taint everything with their parasites.