You Can Conquer, I Did.
Sharks are scary
But they're not hairy.
I am.
Even though I was afraid
In the water I jumped after I prayed.
It was cold.
The cage rattled and shook
And the sharks fed off the meat hook.
I was safe.
That day I conqured my biggest fear
of a shark biting off my ear.
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