Fear - Poem by Aria Quimby
What is it?
A terror that eats away our soul?
Scare that causes us to run?
Horror that gnaws at our being?
But what's to fear but fear itself
The things it does
It twists people's minds
It's not the thing feared that causes the pain
It's the fear in itself.
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