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The snaking sensation starts in my toes leaving my feet cold from its icy veins. It tightens at my stomach turning my food into knots of venomous irritation. One slither more will bring it to my chest, where it strangles me lifeless.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
Philophobia
The snaking sensation starts in my toes leaving my feet cold from its icy veins. It tightens at my stomach turning my food into knots of venomous irritation. One slither more will bring it to my chest, where it strangles me lifeless.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
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