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When I was young
two things terrified me,
being alone and dying.
Now I am old I have
made my peace with both.
I crave the feeling of being alone,
I don’t mean being away from others
I mean being with myself.
I am not saying that I am good
or that I have no problems or fears,
far from it, it’s just that I can bear myself now.
As for death, that’s a different story,
I know we have an appointment
that one day I will have to keep,
but until I do he watches over,
reminding me not to miss
any of the beauty that
surrounds me.