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Fears, are real!



All the fears are real

People falling 

While walking

While dancing

While just standing still

While looking at someone


Failing

In the exams

With the expectations 

Of yours 

And your loved once

And the strangers


Growing

In love

Out of love

Getting old

With lessons

With scars

With open wounds 


Being stuck

On page for hours and weeks

In life for years and years

With people till the end

In thoughts of your own and the others too.

With a blank full of ink but still not working


Many others like

People giving up on you

People not fighting for you

You not able to find the old you

You missing yourself 

While you stand before the mirror


With blank thoughts

Like standing in a room 

On your own shadow

Everyday at certain hour of the day


All that you fear is happening is someday

We just need to breathe through it

Crying, yelling, laughing or just sitting through it

Or just walking past it.

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