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Fear
We all know this stupid, unrational feeling called ”fear”. Sometimes there are things to be afraid of, but mostly we fear things that shouldn't couse fear. There are people that are afraid of spiders, of small spaces, of pupets or other silly stuff like that.
Me? - I'm personaly afraid of other people. Every problem that has ever existed on this planet is coused by humans. Natures gratest murderers are humans, and the body count keeps growing! They don't listen, don't understand, the are selfish spioled and roten, but... I can't help but to admire them. There are so many tings, beautiful things that mankind invented, found, created. Yes, i fear people, but i fear them not becouse I know how ”dark” inside they are, i fear them becouse i want to be liked, i want to be noticed. I don't want anyone to dispise me, i don't want anyone to get hurt, i'm afraid becouse i don't know what they are capable of. I'm afraid becouse i want to fit in.
But the truth is, there is no way to fit in. There isn't a single normal person on this planet. We are all different, all individuals, but we all want to fit in in some way. So there is nothing to be afraid of, not in this life, not in the next one, becouse the biggest threat is us, and there is no point of beeing afraid of yourself.
What do you think?

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