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A common fear


There are many commons fears: spiders, snakes, heights, and even death. 

My fear falls in this category. 

My fear is being a disappointment, a failure.  

I had yet to realize that it's ok to make mistakes so you can learn and improve upon them. 

 

With anxiety it's hard to catch one's own breath. 

Especailly when everyone is fighting for the same glory. 

Everyone is putting each other down, a hater. 

I learned however, that the one's who don't care are the real gems. 

 

Not caring doesn't mean that you don't have anything underneath. 

It means you don't like getting your hands dirty. 

I leanred that it's okay to have a gentle nature. 

I leanred to overcome. 

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