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My anxiety makes me crumble.

Like cookie dough when you've added too much flour.

Like a building that just been hit down the middle.

Like a sand castle being crashed by the waves.

Like the world is in my hands, I have one minute to do something, anything, before it turns to dust.

But I freeze, I freeze for a whole minute and I watch it disintegrate before my eyes.

The world was on me.

And it was so so fucking easy.

Yet I still couldn't.

A rock is lodged in my stomach.

I pull it away just to watch it bleed out.

Every little thing becomes ginormous around me.

A flake of snow seen from the eyes of an impossibly small particle.

I try to be rational, but my own mind is overflown with the very being of irrational.

And it's no big deal, but it is.

It's such a big fucking deal.

But it's nothing.

But it's something.

But it's everything.

And I crumble.

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