Hellish feeling of anxiety. There is dirt in my throat and an ache in my limbs. All that will save me is good intentions. Eat something. Play the piano. Learn my parts, focus on being a musician and live that. And ride up to the next town at 3. There is evil in the world and I feel like a cork being pushed around in water, full of fear and anger with little control over my own path.
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