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Last week my heart was racing as I lay in bed, I was doing some serious worrying for about five hours before I finally managed to drift uneasily into slumber. It snowballed from worrying about losing two followers on Twitter, to worrying about not having a real job and ended up worrying about what I’d do if a plane fell onto my house. I think I had left in the bag in my cup of anxietea a little too long that morning.

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