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It creeps, clothed in familiararity. It comes to rattle me and derail me from the path I chose many years ago. I've always told those around me that as long as someone has something to hold over your head, they will. Dangle it, just inches from you. To make you doubt yourself. Try to convince you that you really aren't as cool as you think you are, not as smart. Not as good looking or as well off. But that's fine. Tyler, I want you to really listen to me. My eyes are open.