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Don't let fear corrupt you.


Fear corrupts those who let it in. 

Letting fear concour an individuals insides is the task most people have yet to accoomplish.

Fear seems to seep through the smallest, most vunerable cracks. 

The glue that orininally held each and everyone together begins to fall apart. 

Fear causes unprincipled lack of confidence striping the idea of bravery. 

An individual loses the interest of waking up to face what petrifys them most.

Fear creates an illusion of endless negatives outcomes, cancelling the positive ones. 

The hope of reaching the light is taken to only be replaced by pure darkness.

Fear can only be concoured through the pain of facing the problem. 

As the problem might further grow into an outspiraling limitless void of agony

Fear is only an assisting guide ready to enclose in a case created by the mastermind. 

While the mastermind intends to proceed to a greater path, its fear that leads the mission off course.

Fear finds countless imperfections waiting to be rerouted to its ideal course.

Finding and fighting the objective of the virus only leads to greater outcomes.

Fear is so engulfed in innumeralbe tortment, it forgets hope and it fulling purpose. 

Hope reaches to those who've lost desire to continue, creating a chance of aspiration

Fear can only weaken when the opponent see's past the disquise.  

If faluire is only a distant visual, the distance between succes only becomes closer. 

Fear taken head on ceses to act in accordance due to exposure of weakness. 

Fear is only real when you make it real. 

Fear can be concoured.

Fear can be corrupted.

 

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