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She prespired profusely in an air conditioned room. Although she had done this almost all her life; ever since that incident, it has grown more difficult to adapt.
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"Why do I feel the adrenalin pumping and also as if my head has no blood or oxygen?", she thought to herself, unaware that she actually knew the answer.
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"I'm sure that many others feel this way to. I'm sure they feel the anxiety and blood pumping through their delicate brains. Right?", she tried to convince herself.
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She disliked having this feeling. The feeling of not knowing what's installed for her today. What dreadful impact she was about to be pounded upon. The feeling of ignorance and denial mixed.
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It has affected her health. Insomnia was developed. Nightmares roused from the dark side. Worry overcomes her decision making. And just thinking about them, makes her nauseated. She threw up several times due to all the stress. And it wasn't a pretty sight. It was her body, and she couldn't control the side effects. It was really frustrating.
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What was she to do? Broken and fallen, who was she to turn to if not her loved one. Sadly, she couldn't do it. She couldn't face another period of uncertainties and emotions of destruction. So, she carries her burden, all alone.
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And, all she wanted was:
To be able to look at the computer monitor and not shed a tear.