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The brave man raised a foot to step forward, but the brave man was not a brave man. He was a desperate man. Nothing but a desperate man shaking and shivering under the weight of his own fear. His tongue left void of taste except the bitter tang of fools courage. Nothing but fear in a poorly painted mask. His eyes vacant left with only the sterile glaze of a faint and fractured disregard.   What a disguise. What a facade. Courage isn't all that brave if you fail to put your foot back on the ground.
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
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The brave man raised a foot to step forward, but the brave man was not a brave man. He was a desperate man. Nothing but a desperate man shaking and shivering under the weight of his own fear. His tongue left void of taste except the bitter tang of fools courage. Nothing but fear in a poorly painted mask. His eyes vacant left with only the sterile glaze of a faint and fractured disregard.   What a disguise. What a facade. Courage isn't all that brave if you fail to put your foot back on the ground.
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
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