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Do you remember
The first day we met?
Complete strangers, but you always smiled at me.
Do you remember
How close we became on the first week?
You always told me jokes and made me laugh.
Droplets of sweat run down my face.
The pounding in my head just won’t go away.
I know my turn is next.
The anxiety has my mind grasped ever so tightly.
It squeezes and squeezes, never letting go.
I panic.
