The dark
The underside of my bed
My closet
Jawas
Water too deep for me to see the bottom
All forms of fire, even candles
The silicon slit throat from my mom's Halloween costume that she kept in the medicine cabinet
Crickets
Heights
Drunkenness
Eternity.
Am I braver now, or have the things I fear become impossible to type out as a list?
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