Of what might happen,
Of what I'm feeling right now,
Of the decisions that I might make.
I am scared.
Of this gnawing feeling,
Of a number of sensations going on and on,
Of the state of peace that might break anytime.
I am frightened.
Of the prisoner trying to break free,
Of the cup filled to the brim,
Of the runner ready to sprint.
I am terrified.
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