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EACH TIME I LEAVE MY SHELL IT BECOME'S DANGEROUS
" My Personal Reflection on anxiety"
Each time I leave my shell, I feel a sense of dread. My heart races, my palms sweat, and my stomach twists in knots. It's as if I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, about to jump into the unknown. And yet,...
Each time I leave my shell, I feel a sense of dread. My heart races, my palms sweat, and my stomach twists in knots. It's as if I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, about to jump into the unknown. And yet,...
