Fear
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Last published Sun, Nov 14, 2021
Sometimes I feel like I'm dying. Everyone pushed me down. All I want is just trying to get up every time I fall. But, the thing is, the taste of fear in my heart is bigger than my guts to get up. I need a hand to pull me up from drowning in my fear.
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