Fear....
What am I scared of?
Why am I scared?
I cant seem to answer the questions that I ask myself...
We all have fears,
But where do they come from
Do they fall from the sky?
Like a raindrop in the sky...
Do they rise from the dead?
Or do they hide under your bed?
Is fear really real?
It has to be because its something that I can feel...
I dont know how you feel,
But I am not afraid of my fear
Because I know what my fear is...
MY FEAR IS ME...I AM MY FEAR...
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