A poem
It’s the darkness with no glimmer
It’s the invisible hand around your throat
It’s the not knowing
It’s the feeling in your stomach when it goes wrong
It’s the energy that stops you
It’s what stops you
It’s the feeling that hurts
It’s the master of your control
It makes you useless
It makes you doubt your abilities
It makes you forget your strengths
It is the demon on your shoulder
and fear is its name.
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