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i'm so afraid. can i tell you that? i try to be brave. and the fear backs up in my bowels, cramping. maybe fear is a luxury, like food. maybe i don't really know what it is to be afraid. this feeling is a simulacra, nothing special. nothing valid or true. it fills me up like lead, though, until i think it's all i am. i suppose that makes me an imitation, too.