I’m afraid.
That’s due to so much, I really have this ball of fear building in the pit of my stomach the last few days.
I’m trying to get through today, just to get through tomorrow. With tomorrow will go well or not. I have not an ounce of control over that and it had my mind running.
It’s like I’m waiting for me to break. I feel it coming, I’m floating through life crossing off tasks. Yet still ….
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