I was afraid.
Afraid for you, afraid for me.
Afraid of disappearing into
the darkness, slipping into a deep sleep,
The light, fading, fading, fading
Until there's nothing more than a
tiny spec, so small that you can't even
tell it's there. That's how I feel.
Like that tiny spec of light,
Nearly extinct, unseen.
I am afraid, still, of being smaller,
dying. I am afraid of dying out.
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