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2-18-05

2:41 am



I am surrounded by new life.

The joyous noise of birth.

Between the baby rats.

The baby hamsters.

And the sweetest little boy in the world.

Everything is exciting and new.

Their lives moving forward.

At alarming rates.

Yet I am still stuck.

In quicksand.

Afraid to move.

Afraid to just be me.

Afraid of love.

Afraid of the world.

Afraid to find out the truth.

Finding it so much easier to get caught up.

In their lives.

And avoid my own.

Because I am too.

Afraid.