I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Friday, April 24, 2020
She frightens me.
.
.
Sometimes. Terrifies. I'm not afraid of death, or pain. Her? Yes.
I told her, as I told you, I am nobody, Nemo, other similar.
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