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somewhere in between
Hanging there somewhere between being okay and a piece of confusion. The quiet fear puts its hands around my ankles to keep me in one place, to deny me joy, to deny me brief happiness.
Joy and happiness, short-lived feelings, yet so precious.
Don't rule out being okay when I think of fear, but fear is never completely gone anyway.
Joy and happiness, short-lived feelings, yet so precious.
Don't rule out being okay when I think of fear, but fear is never completely gone anyway.
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