Each step feels heavier, the weight of my own body pressing against the growing tension inside me.
I stop at a crosswalk, watching the cars pass by in a blur of color and sound.
Time seems to slow, each second dragging like an eternity.
The light changes, and I move forward, joining the flow of people around me.
Faces blur past, each one carrying their own worries, their own burdens.
I wonder if they can see mine, if they notice the way I hold my hands, trying to hide the spots from view.
I reach a small park, a patch of green amidst the concrete, and find a bench to sit on.
The air is cooler here, the shade providing a brief respite from the day’s heat.
I close my eyes, trying to focus on the sounds around me — the rustle of leaves, the distant hum of traffic.
It’s a moment of peace, but it’s fleeting, the uncertainty never fully leaving my mind.
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