Fear

I am afraid of myself;

Of the brutality of my weakness,
Of the depth of my vanity,
Of the insatiability of my desires,
Of the pursuit of my end.

What happens when
What I think about turns into
What I can’t stop doing?

What happens if
What is secret is
What is real?

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