

PressureI sit quietly, blank faced. To an untrained eye, the Body appears calm as a baby’s nap except for two Fingers picking at one another in vigorous battle. The quick-witted Mind gallops at speeds unable to process.Pressure
Each breath quickly fills around the tender heart, and leaves at such a rapid pace that one would contemplate the reasoning behind it. That ragged dark gray Volkswagen in front of me pulled away from the red light moments ago, why am I still sitting here?
My Mind questions its own thoughts, answers the thought, and then questions them again.
Tightness in my chest makes me secon
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My Alter-Ego:~cricket-rainbow
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