I spill my words,
dropping like pebbles.
What if I trip,
what if I fall,
on my fears.
Am I a monster,
for wanting more,
for trying to be me.
I try to let go,
but what if I trip,
what if I fall,
on all my fears,
because they pile up,
I might just disappear,
before I can be saved.
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