Fear
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Fear. Some people say its what keeps you alive others say its just a dumb feeling that you get when your about to do something that gives you that rush. That gives you the feeling that your stomach is going to hit your beating heart. The heart that when you watch a scary movie you are afraid will beat so fast that it will beat out of your chest. if you don't get those feelings then you more than likely get butterfly's in the pit of your stomach feeling the tips of the wings brushing against the sides of your inner workings; their tiny legs scurrying in look of food. Those people that believe the latter are not right. Yes I wish they were right just like anybody else would. My name is Grace. I have no last name nor family, nor friends. I did once but the memory of them all is unbearable. Yes, it's true that the first group of people are right, in my eyes anyway. If they weren't then I wouldn't be alive.
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