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Fear is a vibration.
It passes through like flickering static on a television screen.
Icy hot sweat drips down your brainstem,
Spine-tingling.
Eyes: Wide.
Mouth: Agape.
Fingers: Speedily tapping about.
The time for knocking on wood is passed.
You heart smashes into your chest like a determined schizoid.
Hate.
Hopeless.
Hideous.
Irrational murmurs.
Arduous rustling.
Cold Sleep.
Chattering Teeth.
Filthy wet hair.
Wake Up
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