"No te enamores de mi.
Sobre todo... Sobre todas las cosas... quiero ser la loca, que recuerdes cúando tus nietos te pregunten ¿Abuel@ qué es la magia?"
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Some days, anxiety doesn't feel like fear.
It feels like a wild animal trapped inside my ribs, throwing itself against the cage, desperate to escape.
Not because it knows where to go.
Just because staying still hurts.