I fear not the sharp jaws of death,
nor its cold embrace.
I am not afraid of nothingness,
nor looking my fate in the face.
I am afraid of being forgotten,
I don't want to be alone.
I am afraid of uncertainty,
scared of the unknown.
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PoetryThe things that I think about at school, mostly intrusive thoughts.
Fear not the world
I fear not the sharp jaws of death,
nor its cold embrace.
I am not afraid of nothingness,
nor looking my fate in the face.
I am afraid of being forgotten,
I don't want to be alone.
I am afraid of uncertainty,
scared of the unknown.