I don’t know when I stopped fearing the dark.
Maybe it happened slowly.
Just one bad decision at a time.
Maybe I was always drawn to things that hurt me.
This isn’t even the scariest part of losing myself.
It’s that I forgot who I was to begin with.
This is the unbecoming.
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