Loving the Girl with Anxiety
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You're swimming in an ocean, and without notice or warning you begin slipping under the surface. You kick and kick, slowly losing your breath. You can't breathe, but you keep kicking. No matter how hard you kick, how hard you try to scream, no one can hear you or help you. Your lungs are burning from the lack of oxygen; you can't reach the surface. You keep reaching toward the sunlight; you see the surface, but you can't get there. You're stuck 10 feet under. You're without air; you're without your breath; you black out.
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