My fear?

that's not so easy.

My fear is something

that cannot be put simply into words

it is a being all its own

it has a heartbeat

and long blood-ridden claws

ready to rip apart my sanity 

at the touch of a feather

my fear

is darkness

evil incarnate

it has long, gleaming teeth

and a voice that whispers for me 

to .

just.

jump.

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My fear is the voice in my head, and the razor in my hand.