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I can't do it. I can't. I want to, it's just that I can't. The overwhelming worry, of what might happen next floods my mind, as I sit there anticipating what to do next. Fear, anxiety, tearing away at me, eating away at me. My heart, beating loudly, it might just jump out of my chest. I feel sick, hyperventilating, shuddering, saying that I just can't.

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