A friend once asked me, "What am I most afraid of?" I was unable to respond to her, although... I really wish I could have tuned in that I'm terrified of what's ahead- The future.. In the future, when I'm young and in good health, I picture myself clutching a picture of my loved ones close to my chest, crying, condemning everything, feeling depressed, but also understanding that nothing will change except for me, The future in which I find myself making decisions, hurrying, and dying every day with every breath, and the world allows it to occur since no one knows and no one ever will, In that future, I'll be afraid to grasp a man's hand again, cry, get hurt become furious, lose, discover the patriarchy, and latch on to the idea that I've never belonged, The future in which I stand in front of everyone and cry, fail, and lose, and then continue to wander through whatever it is that I go through, The future where I lose myself, my lengths, become wea...
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