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Oct 2014
When I encountered fear,
I neither faced it
nor ran from it.
I chose the third option.
I became it.
It became my employ.
But being part of fear has a consequence.
The one closest to me fears me.
I believe she always will.
Because that is what I am.
Something to fear.
I cannot help what I am
Written by
Fox Härtlis
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   SamanthaW
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