The Question Is
Fear causing my skin to tingle
Every single word, glance, thought
Racing through my mind
Dissecting every possibility
All of this
Strangely attracting me
To this unsought experience
Now I’m contemplating my own undoing
I must be delirious
To be thinking these thoughts
that shouldn’t be thought
At least not for now
But the question is
How to resist this threat
To my established existence
Or maybe the better question is
If I even want to
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