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Afraid

When I was young I was afraid of monsters in my closet or clowns under the bed. I was afraid of the vacuum that it would suck me up into its infinite void of suction.

And now that I am older I am not afraid of vacuums or monsters… still afraid of clowns.  But I am afraid of growing up, moving out, going on a mission and just plain getting out. I don’t want to go not yet I mean, how do I get ready for this, or  what if I do poorly in collage or, where do I go to college? What am I supposed to do what if I live in a box in a back ally after trying to make it big in the city? How am I going to pay if I get a disease? What ifs and whens and how’s, are what I am afraid of now.  

You may have the same fears as me about this or you have it all figured out but one things for Shure, you never know what’s going to happen and I am afraid of not knowing, not showing what I can do and putting my all into whatever I can do and yeah I am afraid of a lot of things and I hope one day I won’t be so afraid of…life.

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  1. Some great lines.

    "And now that I am older I am not afraid of vacuums or monsters"

    "What ifs and whens and how’s, are what I am afraid of now."
    -This one sounded like a song or a nursery rhyme and I loved it.

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