The end of every story is dreaded
I'm afraid of losing myself
I'm the girl who thrives on sadness
Fear of increasing your suffering
I have heard that no one lives the same
I am afraid of changing relationships
I have lost everything from my childhood
I am afraid of my favorite things
I see that there is a temporal connection here
I am afraid of changing time
I came out of my depression very hard
I dread these painful moments
He who destroys many houses for his own sake
I am afraid of these rude pronouns
In short, I am afraid of men.

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