Your heart may race out of your chest as you contemplate the future, wondering what tomorrow holds, fearing the worst. Your palms may sweat as you feel your muscles tense in a familiar, chaotic dance to the beat of your thunderous heart.
You may comprehend you remain safe in the present, but the what-ifs of tomorrow haunt you, taunt you, tease you as your anxiety washes over your entire being.
You may attempt to soothe yourself, frantically scribbling away your discomfort, longing for your short, shallow breaths to restore themselves to serenity, desperately trying to feel as your mind races and your heart thuds in your chest.
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