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Fear is my Jailer

Trapped by my fear; I feel like a caged animal.

I want to flee, to escape my anxiety.

But I am a prisoner of my doubt.

I am wrapped in the chains of terror created by my own mind.

My heart is pounding in my chest

It feels as if it is about to break through the walls of flesh and bone that surround it

My blood is rushing through my veins,

Much like the torrent of water that crashes onto shore during a hurricane

My hands shake. Sweat seeps out from every pore in my body drenching the clothes that I wear.

My mind is filled with indecision

I can make no choice

The "what ifs" repeat themselves over and over; like a broken record

There is no escape.

Will I forever remain frozen in this nightmare?

Will my silent screams go unanswered?

Or will I find the key that releases me from this prison that I have created for myself?

The answer eludes me, my fear remains.

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