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You see people that seem so sure of what they want to do and how they are to do it.

Then you look at yourself and your stomach just drops.

You rack your brain for abilities you may possess that could help figure a way out,

Because when you visit these areas of your thoughts it's overwhelming.

Those thoughts flood you.

It makes you nauseous and leaves you gasping for air at times.

You shut them out and you try to distract yourself with useless activities.

Those thoughts shadow your every distraction.

They eventually hit you so hard that you have to ackowledge them,

And they ask those questions that make your anxiety intensify.

What are you to do in this world? 

How are you going to do it?

You don't know what to do.

How to do it.

You don't know.

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