Spent two weeks preparing this speech

Never once thought I'd finally reach

The stage in the auditorium

What I'd give to do it all again

Practice a little bit more

Right now breathing is a chore

My heart thumps against my chest

This really isn't the best

My breaths speed up and my vision clots

Suddenly choked by black and white spots

Take a deep breath and count to nine

Once I'm done I should be fine

Anxiety's not gone yet, what do I do?

It's too late... that's my cue

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