When fear arrives,I try,to purge it out of me,keeping focusedon a great fervor,a passion for living,even when my mindis an intenseinklingof reality. Maybe you've been in love,in a true realm,the kind that doesn't waveror scurry around,pompously,but instead waitspatientlyin the wingsthat bears all things--that knows envy is unnerving,the rare, scary statethat sees that hatesurely cheapens your being.

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