Fear Is A Liar. Isn't He?

Fear Is A Liar. Isn't He?

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I'm not afraid of much. I learned that Fear affects you in a way that makes you think like a weakling. So I don't allow myself the luxury of Fear. He's a fucking liar. Hi there. My name is Alcrin, and Fear has ravaged our world to the point that so with so many people fearing things, Fear is now personified. And it fucking sucks. I hate it. I wish Fear would leave each of us alone, but that's impossible. Anyways, feel free to read. Unless you're too scared, in which case, you shouldn't be scared of anything, and you need to knock some sense into your messed up head. (This will have some things that could possibly be offensive. Please do not take offense. This is simply a character I created. I'm not the bravest person in the world myself, so I'd also be insulting myself if I were to think about it that way. Enjoy and keep up the reads!)
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"Don't tell anybody about this." "If you just ignore it, it'll stop." "There's nothing I can do to help you." And so I did everything I was told. I shut up. I put on a brave face. I followed all the rules. But that was the past and it's not who I am anymore. I will be loud. I will be angry. I will tell the truth. Look what you've done. You gave me a story to tell. ----------------- Unfortunately, a true story. DISCLAIMER: This is my side of the story and, with the exception of a few voicemails/text messages/statements from friends, it all comes straight from my memory. As is the case with most PTSD brains, my memory isn't very good so I can't 100% confirm the accuracy of anything, but it is written almost exactly as I remember it. If anyone reading this happens to know something I don't, feel free to let me know. ----------------- Thank you for reading. ----------------- Dedicated to Sketch, and Toto, and Dr. Worm, and Mia, and anyone else (real or imaginary) that I loved, but they hated.

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