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Fear


Fear is what sits in my mind.

Fear is what torments me in my darkest hour.

Fear is what makes all the bumps in the night come alive.

Fear is what holds me back.

Fear is what you see in my eyes.

Fear is the master and I'm but a puppet.

Fear is what lives in us all.

Who are we to question the authority of fear?

Who are we to stand up for what we are?

Who are we to face our fears?

We are the light that fear is afraid of.

Who controls fear, we do. 

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