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Aug 2021
The same nerves that grab the trapeze artist,
Before he soars through the air.
The same nerves that seize the actor,
Before the curtain is raised,
Are gripping me now.

The nerves that run through the body,
Before turning into an electric current of excitement,
That propels Great ones to do Great things.
It's Time.
Phantom647
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Phantom647  25/M/Washington, DC
(25/M/Washington, DC)   
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     Ken Pepiton and Brett
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