Letter #10

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Dear anxiety,

I've been feeling pretty good lately. I know it's only a matter of time till you kick me in the gut and all the air leaves my lungs and I heave and struggle for breath on the ground, while everyone I love watches me, thinking I've lost my mind. I know you're still there, waiting for the right moment to strike. But until then, I'm enjoying my freedom. Or the faint illusion of it. It might not be real, but it feels pretty darn great.



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