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Only Thing We Have to Fear is Fear Itself


I Am... Scholarship Slam

Fear overcomes, it conquers, it consumes.

Spinning out of control,

in and out of my own head I fall.

"Breathe," says a voice,

"Choke," says another.

I no longer know which voice is me anymore.

In the past month, I have lost weight, sleep, and friends.

But more importantly, I've lost my mind.

It's not what you have that defines you, but what you do.

I have to surely disagree.

Because who would I be without my demons?

Where would I be if their constant persistence didn't motivate me?

I wouldn't be here.

I wouldn't be me.

So I let it overcome, let it conquer, let it consume.

I let it become me.

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