The dark nights when her thoughts aren't whispers, but screams.
She's afraid of the magic that leaves, the good that becomes bad,
The full stop on the last page of the last book she'll ever read.
She's afraid of conformity.
She's afraid to make too many wishes,
Because there are seven billion people wishing on the same stars as her,
And one day the sky might just run of the magic.
She's afraid of love, in case she's already had enough of it.
And she's afraid of falling, because people aren't reliable and the ground is too rough to fall onto another time.
She's afraid of people who are too kind, because everyone has their limits,
And she hates seeing beautiful things break.
Most of all, she's afraid of living a life afraid,
Of finding that at the end of it, she hasn't really lived at all
---- Afraid
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