The Test

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Today.
A day with purpose.
I'm tense...
Today I'm nervous.
One hour
Holds all my destiny
& My words today
Form that which will be.
I think.
Thoughts rushed in chaotic frenzy
I blink.
My plams are cold and sweaty
I see you...
My heart stops – it skips a beat
Fear consumes me
This fire burns in me
I'm suffering in the heat
Questions
Awful questions
I wonder to no avail...
Thinking about this fateful day
I tremble,
I shake,
I pale!

-- Author's Note --

This is an overdramaticised poem about my final exams, lol.

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