Entry 4: not afraid of the dark

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I am not afraid of the dark
But what it holds within
Perhaps a hand or a limb
Perhaps it goes beyond every type of knowledge that exists to me
Or worst
Maybe what's scary is the fact that I'm not assured
That leaves me weak to my knees
Thus, the strong urge to scream
But i hold back
I hold back and bite my tongue until it bleeds
Perhaps this is exactly what they refer to as flight and freeze
Because i am currently frozen indeed
Frozen as i sit still and watch you continuously speak
With a strained smile forced to lay upon my lips

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