INSINUATION OF TREPIDATION
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first, comes the tentacles of the fear, naivety, and greed that wrap around our necks. then, comes the blades of courage that prevent them from suffocating us.
trep·i·da·tion
trepəˈdāSH(ə)n/
noun
a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen.
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