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Oct 2018
Walking around  I feel like there’s a spotlight on me.
I’m in a play I didn’t addition for
right on stage floor.
But there’s no applauses
Just silence
The quite almost violent
To the point of knocking me down with humiliation
With relation
That im not good enough
With  thought what if and it might
With the victory and satisfaction just out of sight.
runs my life
Its stage manger
The director
In charge of background and more.
Anxiety the play of my life
Written by
sandra dryer
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