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May 2020
The worst anxiety takes hold - a panic.
Cold sweat and my fear mounts.
Breathing shallow and can’t quite reach that coveted FULL, DEEP breath.
(Where is it?)
I yawn to encourage it along.
Unsatisfying success until the next time.
Heather
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