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no matter how many              hours i built up my                                     script for the                                          assignment i had to                                                do well on the blood                                                                 curdling                                                           anxiety                                  couldnt help but to sweep                                                 it away                                    out my heavy, saturated mind and then its gone “among the ancient ruins         of…” i pause i knew                                         this like the back of                                     my hand why could                                                i not recite                                                  it? the long long                                  speech i spent                           4 hours memorizing gone with a gust of wind      would                                                 one not     remember                                           a river         that they have                              swallowed        whole? is it strange                     that it has         simply evaporated in the             blink of an         eye, freshwater       stains on the     walls of a         cup made                      to quench    my long             lived thirst. i                   am left dry and lonely,            laying in                              a desert drier than                               my empty,                            wordless mouth.                                               there is simply nothing left to do but stand         on a stage and stutter, the tantalizing irises of those                                                     surrounding                                             threatening                                                                      to swallow me like black holes. a                                                            familiar buzzing ignites in my                                               blood. anxiety                                         squeezes my lungs.                                 the sky above me                                              opens up and my invisible words dance in                       the wind, wishing me luck, and then they’re gone
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May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 7:51 PM UTC
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no matter how many              hours i built up my                                     script for the                                          assignment i had to                                                do well on the blood                                                                 curdling                                                           anxiety                                  couldnt help but to sweep                                                 it away                                    out my heavy, saturated mind and then its gone “among the ancient ruins         of…” i pause i knew                                         this like the back of                                     my hand why could                                                i not recite                                                  it? the long long                                  speech i spent                           4 hours memorizing gone with a gust of wind      would                                                 one not     remember                                           a river         that they have                              swallowed        whole? is it strange                     that it has         simply evaporated in the             blink of an         eye, freshwater       stains on the     walls of a         cup made                      to quench    my long             lived thirst. i                   am left dry and lonely,            laying in                              a desert drier than                               my empty,                            wordless mouth.                                               there is simply nothing left to do but stand         on a stage and stutter, the tantalizing irises of those                                                     surrounding                                             threatening                                                                      to swallow me like black holes. a                                                            familiar buzzing ignites in my                                               blood. anxiety                                         squeezes my lungs.                                 the sky above me                                              opens up and my invisible words dance in                       the wind, wishing me luck, and then they’re gone
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May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 7:51 PM UTC
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