It

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Sly as a fox
It hid
Fast as a cat
It ran
Snake-like eyes
It prayed
As vicious as a dog
it tore
Into the
Flesh of its victims
You could run
You couldn't escape
It would find you
It would eat you inside out
...

It is anxiety

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