Paper glued to the tips of peers nose's .
I dread the name that announces my turn .
I use every trick I've learned to calm my withering nerves.
I would imagine you all naked but I already have with most of you and quit frankly it wasn't to help the anxiety.
Ill try closing my eyes but my glasses lack the tint that hides them.
Reading quickly might work it gives me less time to think.
Well now its my turn and its not going to be gracious.
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It didn't go how I'd like.
But the ***** got me out of finishing my presentation.