Fear

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It is here.
I can even smell it.
It is the fear of my life.
It is dark and divine,
Just like the grim reaper,
But only deeper into my life.
I am scared for my life.
I feel like it follows me around.
But when I turn around,
There is nothing there.
That is why I run when I smell the fear.
This is why I am hiding here.
It is still watching me.
I can feel it.
The fear is here.





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