Dread

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My stomach and chest
tightening.
Fear dominating
My heart.

The moment you let go
I will fall,
I'm sure.

The fast beating of my heart;
My thoughts scattering
As if hundreds
Of outcomes
Will only end in getting hurt.

Is this feeling
A blessing or a curse?
A curse, I say,
I know it will happen
But I can't run
My feet stuck
My hands numb
Just waiting,
Waiting for that hurt
To pull me back home ;
To the abyss.

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