FREEDOM: fear’s greatest nemesis

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She was experiencing a cliche, but in this case, it wasn’t a cliche. It was real. And it was happening to her.


It was pure irony. She was epitomizing a moment she had once strived to never experience. The moment of the weak, pathetic, and powerless. Here she was, weak, pathetic, powerless and ready to spit at the freedom he was handing to her.

The worst part of all this was that this moment was a culmination of choices, choices she had made knowingly.

She felt like he hated her, as he nailed up the boards that forever barred them from each other, that cut her off from every emotional and physical connection they ever shared.

He hated her. Life was over.

The fear blinded her from being witness to one of man’s greatest acts of love.
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