No adversity is the hardest of all adversity
I see every adversity as a sample of death
As I approach it
And as a sample of birth
As I’ve already went through it
I fear death just because it’s far away
I fear I won’t be ready
For the light of the end
I fear
I mirror fear
I fear myself
I don’t know myself
Beyond that, is the promise
Of meeting Oneself
And of disappearing altogether
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