The anxiety I can't place penetrates my stomach in uneasy twists... Subsequently churning, knotting, and rioting against my acidified lunch.
The anxiety I can't place penetrates my stomach in uneasy twists... Subsequently churning, knotting, and rioting against my acidified lunch.
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That’s a terrible feeling..
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Agreed 😦
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👌👌👌✒️🌹
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I’ve experienced those moments. 😦 Not fun.
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