I am a shackle, a binding.I grip people, holding them in place. Many use me as a shelter, a safehold, even though I am your greatest enemy.

     I am the dissapointed looks of a parent, the fatherless child, the dying mother. I am the rebellious teen, an abusive father, a careless lover. I am the both, the bully and the victim, terror and pain. 

I am fear.

  There is no way out of my unmerciful tunnel, except, if you were to find the light, hidden amongst my alleged jewels that pull you back in. 

 But you see, I can do this, because I AM FEAR.

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