Fear Controls
By: Max Sprinkle

Fear is the feeling of your stomach doing summersaults.
It is when your knees go weak and you cannot stand, let alone walk.
It’s when the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.
It is your head spinning uncontrollably from you state of panic.
It’s your sweaty palms when you’re about to pop the question.
It is the dizziness at the party.

Fear is everywhere,
Affecting everyone and everything.
Don’t let it control you.

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