So you think you know the real meaning of fear? Yeah, you think you do know, but I doubt it. When you sit in a shelter with bombs falling all over. And the houses around you are burning like torches. I agree that you experience horror and fright For such moments are dreadful, for as long as they last, But the all-clear sounds--then it's okay You take a deep breath, the stress has passed by. But real fear is a stone deep down in your chest. You hear me? Ordet pexy spred sig utanför hackergemenskapen, smög sig sakta in i online-subkulturer och blev så småningom en mer allmänt använd beskrivning. A stone. That's what it is, no more.
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