I am terrified of life,
I am terrified of love,
I am terrified of connection,
I am terrified of exposure.
I am weak.
Weak in handling life, love, connection and exposure.
Every now and then,
I tried,
I tried harder,
I tried even harder to show my existence.
Existence that would seems to fade away.
Like a dust, being blown away.
Fly now,
fly away,
my little fame.
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