My friends, I don't know where you are sometimes. Where are you?
First, Who needs enemies when you have friends like that? Second, Your radar is broken. Third, If you find something wrong with someone else, you must look inside because it is something you have done some version of in your past or present.
Or maybe you feel a tinge of it coming on in the future.
Maybe you feel it coming in the air of the night.
That said, what are my fears? I am afraid of pestilence. I am afraid of a wasted life and talents wasted. Wasted beauty. That's what I am afraid of.
I am fearless in vastness. I fear nothing when I am by myself. Fearless.
What is that thing people say about fear and faith? Fear knocks at the door send faith to answer it.
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