Fast

Fast. Everything happens so quick. My eyes can barely track the speed of my own thoughts

 

I stop and breathe. 

I stop and write.

I stop and ask for help.

I 'tough it up' and focus on the next task.


It's not that big of a deal, really, but it's enough to add a drop of poisonous stress to my organism. 


And I don't want that 

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