The swarm of butterflies in her stomach was fighting to escape. If it did escape she could not be responsible for the outcome. Holding all the anxiety inside was the easy part. She could handle the inner terror and relentless pain. What she could not handle was showing her weakness. She was supposed to have faith. She was supposed to trust in her path and know that God has her back. Today however it was almost too much. To let the swarm of pain and anxiety escape across her lips would mean words she could not take back. Her head is not clear. Her mind is not her own. The swarm has taken over her entire being and with her last thread of hope she needs to find the strength to rise above. To silence the swarm. To believe.
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