Are you ever scared of coming back. Scared of the big moment where everything goes back to normal. It always feels like it's just around the corner lingering, Watching me. I don't know what it expects me to say and I don't know who he expects me to be, but whatever that is I know that I'm not it. Whatever that thing wants, whatever grand aspirations it has for me I will never be. How much responsibility do I hold to this side effect of my existence. Is the perception of self the responsibility of one's self or is it the burden of its creator? I don't know. I still just don't know. But they're watching me, everyday, every second, from every corner of my life they are a part of me.
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Are you ever scared?
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