Anxiety

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My heart races.
My palms get sweaty.
My head starts spinning.

A crowd of people stare at me.
All of their eyes linger on me.
Are they even blinking?

What's this feeling?
Why do I feel terrified?
What am I feeling?

Stop looking at me.
Stop it.
Stop judging me.

-Marz<3

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