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Fear


Fear is only recognized after the fact. When you are in fear, you feel him, you smell him, he grips you, but you do not know him as fear. A deafining sound and heads spin to see, time slows and screams ring out. After an eternity, another deafining sound and more screams. That is when the fear grips you, when its hard to breathe, Fear has you in his grasp. He won't let go until the last second, it is almost too late for you, you are stuck. Afterwards you learn that it was only seconds, not an eternity, those screams were there from whom fear did not let go, and he took their legs, and others, their lives. Boston was visited by Fear that day, and nothing could have prepared me for Fear.
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