Strange relationship with fear

I’m not fearless
but if I had to guess
there is a strange relationship with that word
life is full of beauty and at the same time not pretty
and when the all not pretty comes after me,
or maybe is me that I seek out that maybe,
there was a reason why I chose to go to the Spanish Legion,
probably not consciously would be my guess, that some people
can and should dismiss.
But the relationship with my fears, is quite strange,
apart from the fighting and all that dumb things,
after all we are human beings, although I’ m just a bit nuttier
than others that have a corrier….or not.
Point being, I have to scratch the first sentence then,
after I eat, wich by the way I have nothing in the fridge to eat,
point being….seems I lack of fear. I am aware of the situation
but I will still go through with any kind of intimidation.

Just a strange relationship with fear…go figure that one out, cause I can’t.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

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