Words, Words, Words. I give into the anxiety's pressure to break every once in awhile, it's true. A moment of release all the while accompanying the feeling of complete and utter embarrassment. Why? Why do I feel guilty for what I feel? Or rather how my feelings take shape into actions and words? I know I shouldn't be paralyzed by what words I choose, use, abuse, but they terrify me so. I get stuck in a glitch, waiting for the blessing of emotion.
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