For months I’ve had my eye on a broken tree branch dangling above the street. The obsession comes from fear. If I ever tell you my anxiety is gone, I am a liar.
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HANGING ON (Read and Reflect #4)
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For months I’ve had my eye on a broken tree branch dangling above the street. The obsession comes from fear. If I ever tell you my anxiety is gone, I am a liar.