Nobody knows what I truly fear.
Not even me.
When I think I've found my fear.
It deceives me.
Now I'm begining to question the definition of fear.
What does it truly mean?
I've looked it up and read it all.
But I still I don't know what it means.
I don't fear spiders.
Or clowns.
Or earwigs.
Or blood.
But yet I sometimes feel fear.
Maybe it's not something I''m afraid of but a complex definition.
Spelt with four letters
And two vowels.
Maybe fear is what I fear myself.
Maybe fear truly frightens me.
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The Hard Truth
PoesiaHeres the truth Look if you dare once your in your here to stay the truth will conquer you in every possible way -JUSTIC3