What are you afraid of?
He asked me
Everything I said
The noise I canāt place
The smells I donāt recognise
The lights far too bright
The crush of people
The chatter, the constant chatter
All those words about nothing, no meaning
The nothing and the everything
The movement, the churn,
Itās never still
But thatās just life
He said
I know, I said
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