I would admit that I'm scared at the prospect of screwing up my future. I would admit that I'm terrified of knowing that I will never escape the migraines and injuries that haunt me. I would confess that I don't know what I'm doing half the time and that I just pray I'm doing the best I can.
But that would mean I'm human, and being human is to be mortal, which is just as scary as admitting that I hate owing someone something, or worse - someone owing me something.
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