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Fear is living, fear is death. Fear is dying, fear is no more breath. I like the way fear makes me feel, fear never stops, fear is always real. Fear keeps me alive when my adrenaline shouldn’t, I’ll always be fearful even when my heart couldn’t. Fear makes me strong, fear makes me weak. My body wants nothing more, as it nervously tweaks. I convulse and I shake like a fish out of water, not realizing that what I do to myself is slaughter. I feel peace and I feel torn, but at least I don’t feel fear anymore.
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
Fear
Fear is living, fear is death. Fear is dying, fear is no more breath. I like the way fear makes me feel, fear never stops, fear is always real. Fear keeps me alive when my adrenaline shouldn’t, I’ll always be fearful even when my heart couldn’t. Fear makes me strong, fear makes me weak. My body wants nothing more, as it nervously tweaks. I convulse and I shake like a fish out of water, not realizing that what I do to myself is slaughter. I feel peace and I feel torn, but at least I don’t feel fear anymore.
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
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