At 5 am...(poem)

it was pitch dark,
enveloped with dense fog,
I was sitting alone in the chair,
But somehow there was no fear at all in me.

I realized my senses procure data,
the data of lonely girl and darkness,
which my mind, begins to interpret as fear,
But, when there is nodbody around, then why fear?

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Aum Tat Sat