Fear....

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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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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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