Panic seizes me and takes the productivity from out of my fingertips. A catatonic inclination leans me against the couch cushions, says it's already too late and the pages of my to do list bury me like a deck of cards in Wonderland.
My legs are sore but I will them to rise, will them not to drown in the dubious truths of my inner monologues.
Nothing is over
until it is well and truly
Over.
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