The slander of my existence,
That which I am most ashamed.
Fears, phobias,
However named,
They're inside me.
My mind is panicked,
My soul is petrified.

My fears are many.
Simple things to you,
Become nightmares for me.
My chest tightens,
My body shakes.
Fear fills me,
Fear consumes me.

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