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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Emotional >> ID #1238402  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
Needy
A poem I wrote after finding out my grandma was terminally ill.
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Hold on to me, friend.
The night is cold,
And I'm afraid.
I'm afraid of myself,
Afraid to be alone.
I'm afraid, I'm afraid,
I am fucking afraid.

I'm afraid to wake up,
Alone in a nightmare,
Or to fall asleep,
And not be able to escape.

Hold on to me, friend.
You aren't obligated,
But please help me.
Tell me I'm not alone.
Promise I never will be.
Calm my fears, please?
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