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On the eve of such a great undertaking i find that my thoughts gravitate towards one person, again, year after year.
I tell myself not to be afraid but my emotions betray me. I feel a shiver down my spine and a familiar aching in my chest. I detest this feeling because all my life i’ve been told that i should have faith not fear.
But recently someone has told me to face those fears and not bury them like other men. I wish i could tell her about the freight train running through my head and the feet trampling all over me. But it’s 9:49pm and she’s probably already sleeping. I imagine she’d speak to me with her sage-like words of wisdom. I want to tell her to slow down but she fires those sentences out one after another without pausing. I glance at the tattoos on her arm and wonder where she’s been for so long. I needed this a long time ago.