Competing feelings of heaviness and lightness occupy my chest.
They have lived there for a few years now.
A buzzing feeling. Unable to sit, unable to stand, unable to express.
Unclassifiable anxiety of an unknown source.
There are decisions to make, but which is the right one? Easier to sit in a paralyzed haze, hoping for an easy way out.
Clarity seems distant, unreachable, as though it were taunting me.
I used to find my own thoughts intriguing.
Now they seem to be haunting me.
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