... but avoidance of truth leads to a greater agony.
As I close my eyes, turn my back, shut all sounds, persuade my subconsciousness, leave the truth behind closed doors... I grow my fear steadily, like a green plant in a pot.
It manifests the back of my mind, creeps up and invades every room of my thoughts.
Regrets and doubts run like water and sunlight, feeding the fear tentatively as time smirks on the sideline: "Fool!"
Indeed, I'm a fool.
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