FIADH
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Ongoing44m
Last published Wed, Aug 25, 2021
SOMETIMES, I forget that we are ruled by our emotions, fear, love, hate, hope. Some believe love encompasses all but for me, I believe its fear that drives us all. I might be wrong but fear is all I've known for most of my life but if you do insist, I ask this. Why did mother leave me I this dark, dreary and cursed place? The darkest of all the forest: The dark wood forest. Was it her so called love for me that pushed her to do so or was it just plain old fear doing the talking. Well, it's been 12 years since that day and I'm afraid all happy, loving memories have been tainted ever since.
We've become close, fear and I. i feed it, harness it and wield it against the dangers of my home and in return, it sustains me, gives me purpose, keeps from consuming me but in a sense, I have already been consumed because I am fear and I will always be fear.
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