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Suffocation. I feel my lungs constricting, my breathing short, my heart pumping. I'm racing against time, every tick of every second. Why did I put this off until now? Why did I not learn my lesson the first time around? Anxiety builds to an ultimate high. I'm struggling to keep up with my brain. It's me against the world (the glow of the computer screen). Blood is rushing to my head, and it throbs not with pain but with the knowledge that this goodness forsaken paper is due too soon. The… Continue