Again, no idea which category this belongs to. Wrote this Sunday night after a long MSN session with a friend I haven't & won't see for a long time. I was trying to capture what I feel has lately been a recurring theme in school.

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Changed category, didn't feel like intruding, haha : )
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Fear comes in the form of long, dark hair, dusty shelves and haunted smiles.
It comes in the form of plastered walls, low-crossed “t”s, spilt soup.
Large, feverish eyes, dull heartaches, churning stomachs.
Fear hides in the darkest corners.
It hides in the brightest day.
It mimics the blatant screams and shouts of happiness at bay.
Fear thrives.

Occasionally, Fear is let down. It is feasted upon by the hungry jaws of Bravery, Courage. Fear can do nothing but cower, run to the back of the home they all share.

Sometimes, Fear is crushed. Suppressed. Like a thin layer of dried paint, stuck to the floor.

But ultimately, Fear is hidden. A mural to stare at in the deepest recesses of night. Darkness within darkness, overshadowed. Hidden beneath the glaring triumphs of Faith and Hope, Bravery and Courage. Hidden behind the bright smiles of Happiness, great Joy, false Depression.

Fear is.