Shallow breaths,
fists knuckled,
beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
The tension was very palpable,
and so was the nervousness.
I remind myself, take deep breaths,
but as the time draws near,
all I can do is watch,
and to hyperventilate.
Shallow breaths,
fists knuckled,
beads of sweat forming on my forhead,
The tension was very palpable.
And I was nervous.
I didn't know if it was because,
of my impending performance,
or if it was because,
of the events that would happen when this is all
over.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
Shallow breaths,
fists knuckled,
beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
The tension was very palpable,
and so was the nervousness.
I remind myself, take deep breaths,
but as the time draws near,
all I can do is watch,
and to hyperventilate.
Shallow breaths,
fists knuckled,
beads of sweat forming on my forhead,
The tension was very palpable.
And I was nervous.
I didn't know if it was because,
of my impending performance,
or if it was because,
of the events that would happen when this is all
over.
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