Silver.
The moon is what it reminds me of.
The moon is cold and barren like the confines of my soul.
It shines only in the dark forests of a homeland long forgotten.
Fear.
It happens when put in situations you cannot over come.
It leaves you feeling like a small child in the dark.
To see the purest darkness, to hear the howling wind, and to have the taste of bile line the inside of your mouth, this is fear.
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