I'm afraid of Monsters. I'm afraid of teeth. I'm afraid of monsters under my bed. I'm afraid of of them popping out at me like a jack in the box. I'm egging them on. But doesn't matter how much I try not to be scared, I always am. I know that I'm stronger than most monsters. Their power is they come out of no where. They ask themselves, "How can I scare this person more?" And I say to myself, "Come at me." But they don't. They come out when you don't expect it.
I'm afraid of teeth. I'm afraid of the slicing. I'm afraid of getting bitten. Because when I get bit, I become weak. Vulnerable. I'm afraid of vulnerability. I'm afraid of weakness.
But to sum it up, I'm afraid of monsters and teeth.
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