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A genuine pain grows inside me when I witness another person in such a state of misery and complete sadness. My head aches when they are so quiet and so despondent. I feel as if a hidden responsibility wakes up from hibernation and tells me that this is not right. The world suddenly turns completely out of its’ working balance. But when it’s me in that state; coddled by anxiety, it’s as if that is how it should be. How it needs to be. I wake up anxiously, I go to sleep anxiously. Every breath is one of anxiety; aware of every handful of oxygen I take in and give out. Constantly feeling this way seems like the default setting. It is how I was built to feel.