To be worse than strangers. Where masks of enemies. To bear grudges with bottomless depths. To cross the other’s path with hesitant steps. For us to know hate for the other. Enjoy watching the other suffer. To hold gaze of resent when our eyes meets the others face. Where trust is misplaced and our steps we can never retrace. To be ensnared, wounded by a vengeful spear. Is my greatest fear.
These are some real fears that I have had in the past, and they are not pleasant fears to have. I ran across an old coworker yesterday and found that she still has the same fears she had when I worked with her over seven years ago, and I was afraid of her pitbull that growled and barked at me.
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