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June 5, 2010
Fear for life, fear for love. Fear for love of life of love of life. Fear for time. Fear of time. Fear that fear will not come back, and fear that coming back will hurt. Fear of what has been. Fear of what will be. Fear of is, of now, of here, of it. Fear of fear. Fear of air, of not enough air, of gasping hot and slow and no air no air no air...
Stomach churns. Blood boils. Skin sweats. Brain creaks. Fists clench. Toes curl. Madness is coming, is coming, coming. Oh my God.