Anxiety, You Whore!

Why is it that in the middle of a performance you decide that it's perfectly ok to punch me in the gut. You cause me to stutter and miss intros and forget words. I become so focused on how to make you go away that nothing else matters. You literally radiate off me! I began to sweat and shake and stutter as my body temperature rises. I hate you with every fiber of my being....but you're apart of me and I don't want to hate myself anymore.

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