Paralyzed

I swear I could have revived 17 dinosaurs with the amount of energy and time I spend worrying instead of doing something relatively productive.

But this fear is paralyzing.

In another totally unrelated context, I need to cut.
Cut. Cut. Cut. Stop. Stop. Cut. STOP.

Before it’s too late.

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