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As my mind races and I lose control of all things in my thought process, I sit quietly as to not say the wrong things.

My heart quickens
My thoughts jumble
My hands shake
My knees weaken
My body is eager

I jump randomly from one subject to the next, not knowing if my thoughts are going to settle long before they are gone.

I try to open up, however my crooked ways of being shy at the wrong time is playing me.

I breathe
I form the thought
I look up to speak
I lose all words that were formed
I fail at relaying this thought

You look at me in a questioning manor, unknowingly making me even more nervous. You don't mean any harm, I am quite aware of that.

My thought process is considerably different from yours.

I speak
I stumble
I make my point

My need of affirmation is almost overwhelming.

My heart desires your approval.
My brain knows that my heart is untrustworthy
My thoughts and feelings intermingle

You respond in a desirable fashion and I feel understood. You make me comfortable.

I feel accepted
I feel approval
I feel accomplished

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⏰ Última actualización: Nov 09, 2016 ⏰

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