The feeling of terror sat Indian style outside of the library, finishing a 12 pack. The feeling got up, and stumbled towards where it thought it lived, but it had no home. Every night when it slept, the girl it slept next to had scary dreams. She dreamed that the feeling of terror was somebody else and that scared her. The feeling hugged her tighter and told her it was alright.
The feeling of terror loved the girl and wanted her to feel safe around the feeling of terror.
Sometimes the feeling of terror accelerated the feeling of terror when it thought too much. Then it would write inside the library of terror to feel better. Sometimes the feeling of terror would try to distract itself from itself but it never worked. Well, sometimes it worked, but in a very bad way.
Even when the feeling of terror felt happy it was still the feeling of terror. Sometimes it would type the feeling of terror into a word processor. Other times it would write emails of terror to the feeling of terror. But the feeling of terror could never escape the feeling of terror.
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