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My chest tightens and my breaths become labored.

My eyes began to cloud and water up as streams come from there corners.

My stomach knots and feels empty.

My heart slows to near still with a sharp cold pain shooting through it.

My throat becomes dry and sore till my voice is but a whisper.

Why do I feel this way when I see you with another?

Am I jealous?

Am I envious?

Am I insecure?

Or is it because I am in love with you?

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