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Jan 2013
Oh no, I choked.
"What are you proud of?" she asked.
It all hung on that one moment,
And I said no words that made sense, just
Sweaty palms and an anxious voice
speaking
much
too
quickly
about something I'm not even proud of.
Not at all.
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