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Enissophobia

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On a disheartened, frigid morning, I saunter- or rather stumble- through the virile corridor I once walked through with slipshod ease. Burning in my once bright, curious eyes- an undying compulsion to hide, a craving to leave. A drive that opened my eyes to a twisted new reality I had to pass by in order to reach my goals, my hopes and my dreams. The tension that hung in the air weighed me down and pushed me to crawl on my last ounce of confidence I held daintily in my aspiring mind, and while I knew I've made it this far, it gets ever more callous and bitter with each passing day.

A bleak light shines at the end of my path, a ray unfortunately deterred by the ever-growing dismay nurtured by the people surrounding me. I get closer, they thrust me away, and when I stray from the trail, I become lost in my own delusions, unaware of the endless sea of terrors that surrounds me.

The tape and glue that holds my breaks together won’t hold up for much longer. It seems like my entire life is an ever-ticking time bomb, and it’s like I've become mesmerized by its rhythmic, repetitive beat.

One more word and I’m done for.

Give me release.
it's not a vent it's ok
but i'm probably going to do more of these phobia rambles
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