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And...here it is.

‘Fear is a friend who’s misunderstood’
Says Mr. Mayer.
For fear lies beneath that layer
Of incorrigible being.
It is that omnipresent sanity,
That keeps me from my darker self.
Yes, it does me good, not vanity.
Accompanying the dust on the bookshelf,
Risk losing all that’s sought after,
Fought over and that silence,
Which consumes you, a thousand times over.
Fear, my love, to fall?
And not walk tall?
Embrace it, you cannot escape it. Use it.
Or dare lose that being.