Fear - Tricia Hupp

Fear

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Reads 110
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What are you afraid of? What are you running from? Sometimes your fears are closer to you than you thought. Your guilt. Your shame. Your self-doubt. You are your own enemy.All Rights Reserved

fear poem triciahupp

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Fear
Fri, Apr 19, 2013

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Fear
Fri, Apr 19, 2013

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