FEAR OF FEARING WHAT YOU FEAR/


The fear sat quietly behind, eroding at my mind like a dried piece of fruit. As the light drained away, the fear stirred. It dwelled inside every droplet of rain that crashed against the concrete roads outside. It festered. My mind shuddered at the mere thought of it.

Time began to dissolve, as shapeless and twisted as the fall of rain.

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