For me, fear is being in a dull white room. Surrounded by an impenetrable maze of sharp, amazingly fine fibers. I can't help inhaling but when I inhale, it all goes in. I choke suffocate but still, I keep on inhaling choking inhaling.
Today, I sat at the table and existed in that room.
Today, I sat at the table and existed in that room.
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