Anxious. Anxious. Anxiously waiting.
Awaiting the fear and terror that is to come.
Cold arms.
Sweaty palms.
All the things I'm scared of-
I'm anticipating.
It's hard to breathe with all this anxiousness-unawareness.
Yet, still I sit.
Anxious. Anxious. Anxiously waiting.
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