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Thursday, January 19
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Anxiety

I’m sick to my stomach, nervous butterflies convulsing with periodic heart-attacks, dropping dead into the depths of the dark pit, multiplying like rabbits this endless cycle is all-encompassing.

Please, don’t let me down again.


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