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Confess and Live


Here's a simple confession to make:

I'm afraid. 

But I'm not. I'm not afraid of being afraid. At least, it's proof that I'm still sane and still alive. Fear can be transformed into strength, because it's like a hurdle - when you've mustered enough energy to jump over your boundaries, you'll land back on track to finish the long race.

Fear will not take over me.

I will land on the other side.

I will retrieve what I rightfully deserve, I'm sure.

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