What I fear is that I would be
Too Much -
or worse, not enough.
I fear that I could not sort socks
or blend in with your circadian rhythms.
I fear that in person I would disappoint
you, and our conversations would fade -
I fear I've been too long in the wind
and
you'd not love me
enough.
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