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Jun 2018
I clench my hands into fists, willing to the fear to go away.
I feel small, fallible, and vulnerable as I internally face my worries.
And I tell myself that this is not good.
That I shouldn't feel this way.
After all, this is a grocery store.
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Acina Joy
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Acina Joy  17/F/On earth, not Mars
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