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Fear of speaking,
of saying something you might not like,
of letting out another lie
that fits you just right.

Fear of silence,
putting words away in any drawer,
so I don’t bring you down or make you yawn,
knowing what you’re thinking with that look that hides so much more.

Fear of sleeping
and waking up to everything changed,
without remembering what keeps us living together
like we’re strangers,
of feeling the routine
gnawing at us from within.

I see you,
the sun hiding
in your hair.

Can you hear me,
you lift your gaze in that exact moment
everything is so calm and so clear I want to scream
nothing scares me,
nothing scares me.