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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