“Am I brave enough to keep asking?”

Questions without answers.
They used to scare me shitless.

Some of them still do.

I’ve learned to live in the tension with others;
we’ve found an uneasy co-existence, of sorts.

But I realized something.

Now,
I might be more scared of the answers.

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