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  1. She is worse than me in her fears, though I admit I am afraid of physical pain and violence, of losing control over myself and of procreating (never wanted any children, so happy when menopause greeted me, welcome my friend!). The repetition in each verse gives great emphasis and strength to your poem. And the final verse provides a perfect end. Too much afraid of everything is indeed afraid of living.

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