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And I felt the contents,
Within the pit of my stomach,
Begin to churn.
The sweat oozed out of my pores,
My heart began beating uncontrollably,
My knees buckled beneath me,
And I felt a bit faint.
I stood in front of the audience,
Hoping the ground would swallow me whole,
As I tried to remember what word I’d been asked to spell.
I looked at the judges,
Awaiting my reply patiently,
And I couldn’t help wondering,
Whether running away was an option.
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