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Mar 2014
I have a hamartia. A fatal flaw.
For some its smoking, others pride, arrogance, ignorance, but mine is fear.
Some question how I am so fearless.
Others tell me to drop the act.
But my answer to both of those comments , is you're wrong. I'm not fearless or acting. I am fear itself.
It has not consumed me, but created me.
I live on is, strive on it and will die because of it.
So yes, I have a hamartia. A fatal flaw. It is fear. And it will be the death of me.
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