Autophobia
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"Autophobia: the fear of being alone."
{Apart of series titled "Phobia"}
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It's not just being alone that's scary. It's the idea that I think I am alone. The idea that when I am alone...I may not be. That's what's scary.
Because...
Someones always watching.
No one is every truly alone.
I know I wasn't...
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.
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I wish I was...
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