Though it give me that perfect satisfiction and the troubles seems to fade away when I'm with you, there is always that suppressed fear. Maybe it is a put-up job, maybe it is not. But what I hope is that it will not last forever, that someday it is not there anymore. That we will be at a place where anxiety does not exist, where they do not know my name.
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