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Sleep

I hate that I can’t sleep anymore—every night, I wake up struggling to breathe, panicked, like someone’s trying to kill me. Today, I woke from a dream where I killed myself by jumping into the killer whale tank at SeaWorld. It shook me, especially since I’ll be working there soon. Maybe it’s a sign, a twisted reflection of my anxiety about what’s ahead, or just my mind playing tricks on me when all I want is peace.









































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