Like a small child, I fear.
Everytime I turn out the light.
Any small sound makes me tremble,
Roll over and play dead.
Nobody knows how hard
I try to be
Normal,
Good.
To love is to be vulnerable.
Overwhemled by so much fear.
Learning to love, daily.
Opposites attract.
Very happy,
Even though one day, it may be gone.
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