fear fearful overcome over come coming
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I used to be afraid of the dark,
I still am in a way,
To not know what's out there?
To wonder every day?
I am afraid of the unknown,
But what used to help me is,
Fear is a crack in the plaster
It stares heavily
Smiles menacingly
Just waiting
For me to notice
Once I see it, I can’t look away
It draws my eyes like a moth to a flame
I imagine its depth
