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My fear tries to consume me
and fill me with deep doubt it wants me to believe that I have no way out. I fight my fear with vigour with all the strength that I can find I fight for all the things I love and all I've yet to find. I fight my fear with friendship, love of life, my kids, my hope with all the joy the Lord has shown I'll find a way to cope. Cause if these things don't matter tell me what on this earth does I fight my panic off with love it passes when it does.
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