Fear. I dwell in it. Whether I'm trying to conquer it or I'm letting it beat me down, I'm always infatuated. I'm afraid to move forward. I'm afraid to stay behind. To progress or stay stagnant. I'm sorry for wanting more than what I have. I'm afraid to let my emotions out. I also never realized that I kept so much inside. I can't let go of some
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