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I fear what I am capable of


I can feel it rising in me. Everything continues to develop into a problem so untamable that I will not be capable to contain it anymore. I know this is not going to end well but I don't know how to fix it. How do I stop this? Is it possible to avoid this? I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I need to get help. 

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