‘The fear’ is what I am afraid of. The fear of hurt. The fear of rejection. The fear of loving. The fear of expecting. The fear of disappointment. The fear of a broken heart. The fear of lonely nights. The fear of pillows wet with tears. The fear that I will run away. The fear that you will let me.
Monday, July 14, 2003
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