Je tiens le couteau dans la main. Et l'anxiété m'envahit.
Je regarde le couteau dans la main.
Je pense au couteau dans la main.
Je pose le couteau hors de ma main.
L'anxiété est là.
Le couteau aussi.
Résister.
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But, in a world without fears. People will never attain the hope that is to be found from casting their fears aside and persevering through them. Still believing in gods... Or god. That's for sure in no way comparable to marching forward in the face of death. As you walk to meet an old friend of yours. That's why, that's why we called this march a unique and special name.. Courage.
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But, in a world without fears.
People will never attain the hope that is to be found from casting their fears aside and persevering through them.
Still believing in gods... Or god.
That's for sure in no way comparable to marching forward in the face of death. As you walk to meet an old friend of yours.
That's why, that's why we called this march a unique and special name..
Courage.
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