Letter #11

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Dear Anxiety,

I was right. I always am. Guess you're back. I can feel you in my insides, stirring up my emotions into something chaotic that I'll only be able to pour out in the form of tears.The storm is coming. It will wreck everything in its path. I'm not ready. I don't think I'll ever be. But really, who is?



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