I write when I break.
When I'm afraid of who I am.
Because when the words are stripped away,
I am terrified of the empty space they leave behind.
It is the horror of my dreams
and of my waking nightmare
to be along with myself.
Because I wonder:
when no one needs me,
when I have nothing value to give anyone,
will there be anything in me left to love?
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