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Make it stop

the wobbling of my legs

the quivering of my fingers

the hair rising on my arms

the panic crawling up my spine

the restlessness pounding in my chest

the fear of failure breathing down my neck

the salty streams flowing down my cheeks

the stress whispering in my ears

the devious voices deep in my head

make it stop.

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