Author: Gustavo

Age: 12 years old

Sometimes I am afraid,
I feel insecure,
I don’t know what is going to happen.

The future is a mystery;
Will it hold
good things or bad things?

I don’t know if this is the reason
Why I am afraid,
Why I am anxious
And desperate,

What is going to happen?


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