I told her the truth. I said there are moments when I would like to run away from home. That I think about a new life. That this is the kind of tension building up in me. I knew it would take courage. And that fear would come afterwards. The fear came. The wave returned along with the awareness of what exactly I had said and what it might lead to. But I noticed something. That fear after the truth was nothing next to the tension I had discharged. Tension accumulates. It squeezes. It leads to an explosion or an escape. Fear after the truth
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