This heart; indecisions, indecisions, indecisions, potential regrets, glimpses of avenues that might have been, victories that might have been achieved, happiness that might have been born, looking down into the abyss of inward-bound reflection (and consequent hatred), hanging on the edge by one thread of self esteem and security, the darkness below both menacing and comforting in its' pitch black certainty.
Caught between stale good-byes that linger in the air and hesitant hellos which are barely audible, between clinging to the old and chasing after the new, between stability and adrenaline, all these feelings never spoken out loud but allowed to fester within the hollows of the heart, and always, always- that heart-clenching fear of failure and disappointed faces and being truly alone.
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