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I am Fear

Days and nights may pass, years may come and go, monkeys may grow wings yet I will still roam. You may push me off a cliff or lock me in a furnace, yet I will still roam. You may decay inside a coffin. But I will still roam. You may try to kill me or let time waste me, but I will still roam. Give up now. There is no hope, I will not cease to roam this Earth.



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