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The Definition of Fear


What is fear?

Is it stoic cloudy nights?

Maybe fear is withering heights.

Why are there a million different fears?

Fears that have evolutionized over the years.

Maybe it's all in our heads, 

the part of our brains that we just can't seem to explain.

Everyone has their very own special phobia, 

If we didn't, this world would be a dystopia.

The question remains on how to overcome this,

maybe the answer is to turn it into bliss.

Of course there's the fears you just can't put into retirement.

If that id the case, there's always a psychiatrist.

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