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Fear makes us what we are.

It shapes us,

It identifies our limits.

Some are satisfied to live with it,

It gives them an end,

Because their fear is oblivion.

Some try to reach afar,

Get over it, learn what's beneath.

Because they are afraid of having a limit.

Fear is always there,

Sometimes it's even a necessity,

A part of life.

Who says "Nothing fears me" lies

Because he is afraid of having fears.

I thought of what color

Fear could be.

Colorless.

I think it's changeable.

Up to kind of fears, to people.

To me, it's colorless.

Because I'm afraid of falling harder

Therefore I'm afraid of oblivion.

Oh, and oblivion is lack of color.

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