You Know How Cats Do. They Hide

Intense Fear Comes In Waves; The Body Can't Stand It For Long At A Time.

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Fear Comes With Imagination, It’s A Penalty, It’s The Price Of Imagination.

In Her Way, She Was A Hard One. Faith In Any Sort Of Natural Justice Was Nothing But A Night Light; She Knew Of That. Whatever She Did, She Would End The Same Way With Everyone Does: Flat On Her Back With A Tube In Her Nose, Wondering, "is This All?

One Can Only See What One Observes, And One Observes Only Things Which Are Already In The Mind.