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The fear of losing something or someone took root in the depths of my soul and began to sprout, exhausting my being. But how to lose what you don't have, when nobody and nothing belongs to you? No one owns anyone and nothing, it just is. It is what was created, educated, polished and finally debunked, because no one can hide what it is. We are part of those who defined our existence, and they become part of us when they leave for a while to gather their thoughts. Only later did I understand that the fear dressed in my weaknesses fights against the Universe, but the Universe always comes out victorious, and the fight against it is an annoying and useless fight.