The lump at the back of your throat,
Sweaty palms, and brow.
That familiar sense of dread
lingering in your head.
Stuttering the words, but they won't come out
Anticipating doubt,
Making a vow,
To take a bow.
Twirling your hair,
Picking at your skin,
Knees bouncing,
and even then,
Your constant fidgeting
is getting to you.
Always have to be on the move.
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