The Fears That Drive Us

Zoey Miller
Nov 4 · 8 min read

By Zoey Miller

Photo by Aarón Blanco Tejedor via Unsplash.com

I should have known something was wrong after the first time it happened. I remember three days afterward I was walking with my mother to the small corner store on Livingston and Miller. It was a two block walk from my grandmother’s house and if you took the alleyways you could make it there in less than five minutes but you’d have to…

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    Zoey Miller

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    Music snob, culture junkie, and a big fan of empathy. He currently resides in central Ohio where he wages a not-so-silent war against all things mundane.

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