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The Poem

Never done this before.
Waiting for the laughter.
The derision.
My voice crackles.
My glands sweaty.
I'm unsure.
I lack confidence but lie to get laid.
Are they judging me?
Do they notice me?
Where's my xanax?
Will that pretty girl in the front fall in love with me?
Is it over?
Did I read it?
Did they like it? 

◄ The Throttle

To Grab Hold ►

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