she didn't know why, but all day she had been plagued by a feeling of vague apprehension. beating quickly at irregular intervals, her heart prompted heavy exhalations and rapid fire gasping, clinging to oxygen, the veins standing up, pulsing, cheering for more MORE.
and just as strangely, the return to calm, to peace.
she'd heard that stress could kill a girl, but a girl like her? Strength. it was her motto.
Scream it from the mountain tops, but sometimes mottos are how you want to be percieved and not what you really are.
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