I'm shaking so bad I can barely write, and spelling went on vacation. I'm trying to breathe but my adrenaline is pulsing through me faster than my veins know how to work. My insides feel like some huge rush hour maze in the middle of LA, the ones that you sit in for hours. Why is it when we put people in masses we no longer obtain the knowledge to keep a constant speed? Yet, the best part of this over populated swarm of energy minions rushing through my veins; there was a 100 car pile up just east of my main artery. The cause? A heart break. All these little minions or energy off in their own cells putting up a good fight to tear me down from the inside out. All that they care about is getting from point A to point B, and I have no will or even the smallest shred of want to change the tragic lights from red to green and let them invade every inch of me. Every cell inside my body is moving at record speed; and all I can think of doing is getting everything to stop.
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Anxiety VS. Death
Short StoryBrace yourself for a short walk through hell. My living nightmare. A fight always lost. A battle nearly won.
