Anxiety
Anxiety is a tool.
And we would be fools.
To believe that we are paralyzed.
When really, we are being pushed forward in disguise.
This presence, we must embody.
So that in the future, we can move our bodies.
And that just because we are innocent.
Does not mean that we should wait to be present!
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