I am sleeping
a sleep of realization
I can see terror everywhere
I am not afraid to die
I am afraid of living
I can see frightened faces
my own face reflects fear
I am not afraid of dying
I am afraid of what might be
when I walk those streets
and I lose a limb,
I will lose my vivacity.
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