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May 2013
I’m not afraid,
don’t ever assume that I am afraid.

Every time I’ve fallen off the horse
I’ve carried on by foot,

There are a million ways
to get there. I am not afraid.

Love is for the old and weak
and powerless and helpless,

I fight my own battles,
I know that I can hold my head high.

I am self righteous, entitled,
I am sacreligious and perfectly reasonable.

Not a romantic. A logical thinker,
but not afraid. No, never afraid.
Molly
Written by
Molly  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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