Scare Myself Every Day

Scare Myself Every Day

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Chikae Lawrence is suffocated by her own fear, which stops her from enjoying life fully and from being who she really wants to be. Her fears pile up on one another, until she eventually just can't take it anymore. Letting her fear affect her decision she takes one last look at life, before she runs away and leaves everything behind her. Forget about future plans, crushed dreams and old crushes; all of that is momentarily under the rug. Chikae Lawrence is starting from scrap bottom and gives herself the biggest - not to mention first and only - challenge. She is to do at least one thing every day that scares her.
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