Anxiety rises within me like moths beating their dusty wings against the inside of my chest. They flutter, frantic and futile, until I release them, one by one, from their dark prison, kindred spirits in search of the light.
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Anxiety rises within me like moths beating their dusty wings against the inside of my chest. They flutter, frantic and futile, until I release them, one by one, from their dark prison, kindred spirits in search of the light.
Jennifer Chamberlain 