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I feel bad that I can't do certain things because of my anxiety It's gotten to the point that I sometimes I can't even make eye contact with my friends or go to a concert I really want to go to but I know I just can't It's like a coffee stain on your grey shirt, it lingers with you the whole day. It may not be too visible, but it's there. Following me.
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Feb 3, 2014
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