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i have this fear (that i am fucking up), that one day i will be gone, and i will have not found the most honest rhythm of trickle and bursting that will keep me sane. i am scared that i am not good enough, of not startling, of being the face in the shadow that never reveals itself because the shadow gives it more substance. i am scared of moving without moving the place i am in, of being suddenly not loved in return.