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I want to be a writer.

I want to write romance.

But there was no spark on what I write.

It was boring.

With no real emotion.

All I know was how it felt how anxious I am whenever someone looks at me.

How having your name called by your teacher feels like my heart is going to burst out of my chest.

How only the thought of raising my hand and speaking up in class makes my heart beat so fast I keep trying to calm it down and mentally prepare my self.

How every time I speak in front of the class someone will say "well, don't cry" because my voice is cracking up.

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