A Certain Kind of Fear. I'm my own mystery Unable to read the pattern of The hastening sky Or to understand what's in my own heart. I sit in my stillness Wait for the whispering voice Deep within To tell me why I'm fearful of the day. The voice soothes me And I will not leave my room Before the day is over. Twilight will protect me From predatory eyes.Birth sign: Scorpio
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