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I hate it here!<\/p>\n
I keep looking over my shoulders.<\/p>\n
My eyes dart to, and fro, my stomach is in knots.<\/p>\n
I walk in a fog of fear.<\/p>\n
I am worried that my nemesis will pounce on me.<\/p>\n
I can feel it peering at me, sneering and jeering.<\/p>\n
It knows full well the incapacitating power it has on me.<\/p>\n
How do I break free from this fiery furnace of uncertainty, shame, and fear of lack?<\/p>\n
My bank account groans and looks at me helplessly, showing me the shackles of debt that imprison it.<\/p>\n
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\u00a0 I hate it here! I keep looking over my shoulders. My eyes dart to, and fro, my stomach is in knots. I walk in a fog of fear. I am worried that my nemesis will pounce on me. I can feel it peering at me, sneering and jeering. It knows full well the incapacitating … <\/p>\n