Kinda bored during the day when you have no friends to hang out with. Even worse when you lay awake at night thinking about all of the torment and leave marks all over their bodies without even trying. Though they still continue our friendship. It puzzles me. When young, we were taught to keep away from things that hurt us. i.e. fire, poisonous substances, and rabid animals. This action of keeping away from these things was given a name. It is one very common concept that has a wide variety of uses. We all know it as fear. Why does it haunt me, in my memories, my dreams? I know not. Life is filled with perplexing riddles. Like those riddles, this one will be solved in due time.
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Chronicles of Fear
this journal is going to be the written days of my personal experiences seen through my own eyes.
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