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A clipped voice, slips noise- lessly into the fray. Yellow and shaky. Bland, I know. I hate to Say. Butterfly in a storm, normally deep. I crack, lacking wingspan. Headcave retreat. Feet save my mouth. Because the wrong thing ran.

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firemind

33 / M

For You?

Written by

firemind

33 / M

Published: Apr 13, 2020
LinesWords: 2340

Notes: How public speaking feels
Tags: #glossophobia #anxiety #anxious #speech #speaking #publicspeaking #shy #phobia

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