Insignificance...
it lives
It breathes...
breeds inside
Its consequences manipulate
every step or action taking place
For the fear of it showing
itself in speech and thought
The fear of finally branding oneself
with all its beauty and grace
There is no stranger to the self
No face beneath the mask
It's there flourishing
with every precaution to avoid the inevitable...
What am I afraid of?
MM 1995
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