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Decided to make up this, about...something. You'll see anyway.

It is out oldest enemy.
Our basest instinct.
Our worst nightmare.
It attacks you when you're at your weakest,
And even when you're at your strongest.
It holds no grudges,
Harbours no resentment,
But strikes swiftly.
We can be defenceless to it,
Conquered by it,
Or we can face and defeat it.
It can leave us crying,
Or freeze us where we stand.
It can be the strongest thing we know,
Or the thing we learn to hide best.
It is the thing that makes you check under the bed.
The thing that makes you leave the light on.
It is the reason why you always look over your shoulder,
Or why you checking out of the corner of your eye.
The reason why you start to walk quicker sometimes.
It makes your heart stop and your stomach drop.
It is within us all.
It is....

Fear.