I have my fears, and sometimes it stems from what might happen rather than what wouldn't happen. Truth is, i've allowed my fears suck into the very fabrics of my existence and this is because of impulses. In reality, your imagery of the poop situation explains it all. While I feel fear isn't all bad, I feel that nuturing it eventually stops people from living their lives. When people stops living their lives due to fear, it becomes very difficult to exist. It's probably difficult to totally eradicate, I feel it's an instincts that we have to sometimes master.
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