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Jul 2022
I sit,
anxious and tense as a squeezed spring.
Nervously checking my phone awaiting that buzz.
As the minutes tick bye my chest is ratchet strapped a tad bit tighter.
I've been on paths like this before, in similar forests, and the deja vu feeling im experiencing is giving me PTSD.
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