I really wish I wasn’t afraid of people. I don’t want to fear murderers, or rapists, or abusive husbands, or just people who laugh, people that don’t listen, specially people that won’t see. If I hear sounds at night, I don’t want my heart rate to quicken, I don’t want that sickly feeling in my stomach, and I really don’t want to feel helpless.

 

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