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By: AT

Why does this confusion overwhelm me?

I’m on the edge of the plane of happiness terrified of falling into a pit of disappointment.

Wanting and wishing for someone to grab my hand and make me feel secure.

To bring me back from the edge, or just to push me off already.

To rid me of this fear, of this confusion.

I want to know where I belong, where I will end up.

 Journal Entry: 1996

Part 2: A Fleeting Embrace