I feared those unknown mysteries as a young child that crept into the night; thought to be uncertainties roaming, not yet sure if they really existed: encountered one briefly at a glance, freezing me helplessly, jumping on my chest.
I thought as a teen simply, about this issue, I was crazy, believing in these sick fables which surely couldn't exist; feeling foolish about it and less like a mature adult: holding on still grasping tight to these phantom beliefs.
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