What if? 

What if, I am afraid?

What if, my fear is in that?

My fear, is in the what if?

What if? 

But what if, what followed those two words never happened? What if, it was only the imaginary lifetime I paint? But, not my life.

What if, I stopped listening?

What if, I knew that my heart was indeed secure?

What if?


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