Oh, fear, my dear friend. How close we've become in recent months. Fear, that which kills my dreams. Fear, that which destroys my ambitions. Fear, that which kills my initiatives. You hold me captive within my comfort zone, not allowing me to stretch beyond your wall to go fulfill my potential. Leaving me shellshocked from recent trauma, being unable to get through even the most mundane of days. If I didn't see the last attack, then the only way forward, is to treat everything like an attack. That's how I'll always be prepared. That's how I'll never be weak again.
