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A furious wave of fear pounds against the inside of my gut. Why do I worry so much? I have tried avoiding the voided tunnels, the ones that call in the pit of my stomach. Should I run away from the maze of memories or should I march right in? I'm afraid that it will wash me away. The void will evaporate my identity. Am I as fragile as I feel?
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Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 2:12 PM UTC
Anxiety
A furious wave of fear pounds against the inside of my gut. Why do I worry so much? I have tried avoiding the voided tunnels, the ones that call in the pit of my stomach. Should I run away from the maze of memories or should I march right in? I'm afraid that it will wash me away. The void will evaporate my identity. Am I as fragile as I feel?
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Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 2:12 PM UTC
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