What scares me is your dependence on any substance that is not self-esteem.
What scares me is not your madness, and the anguish that you feel inside devours.
What scares me is that my helplessness, you can do nothing against this evil that destroys, that invests, that rages and destroys, that we took one day, but it was lurking.
What scares me is having to accept, is to wait and watch in front of a stage that has closed the curtain, that pain go away without striking a blow for me and for you.
[Anonymous]
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