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ACT III
FEAR

(Also known as: Uh-oh.)

THIS IS WHERE THE DOUBT BEGINS, WHERE THE MIND COMES BACK FROM SHOPPING, YELLS AT THE HEART, BINDS AND GAGS IT TO A NICE LOUNGE CHAIR AND ALLOWS GUILT, FAILURE, AND REMEMBERANCES OF THINGS PAST TO SIT IN FOR A NICE GAME OF BRIDGE. THIS IS WHERE YOU FEAR WHAT YOU NEED MOST. IF IT'S A PERSON YOU LOVE, YOU FEAR APPEARING FOOLISH IN FRONT OF THEM. IF IT'S A SPORT, YOU FEAR APPEARING FOOLISH IN FRONT OF MANY, MANY PEOPLE AT THE SAME TIME. AND YOU BEGIN TO THINK:

oh no. What if I'm wrong? What if this stinks? What if my heart has blinders on, it's had blinders on before, in fact it had heavy dark patches taped all over it. How can anyone love me if I don't love myself? I mean, I love myself, there are just part between the top of my head and the bottom of my feet that could use some improvement. I'm not demeaning myself, I have relatives who do that for me.

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