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I don’t know what I’m thinking. I don’t know why I feel the way that I do.

It feels like…

I don’t know if you’ve ever taken a cold shower before but it feels like that. Like standing in the dark, hyperventilating, trying to catch your breath.

Shivering. I’m on edge always and nothing takes it off.




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