Tue, 03/05/2019 - 14:52 -- Nocona

Your blood starts to pump slowly, where you can feel your pulse in your head

The sound of your heart racing is the only noise you can hear

Your mind starts thinking only about your doubts, of why you're here

The mind starts slowly forgetting just what it is your singing

Your innermost thoughts come back, telling you you will fail

The thoughts are demanding you stop and run 


You tell yourself it's okay, and you will make it through

No matter how you feel, it doesn't matter now

The only thing that matters is your preformance

You took so many hours practicing over and over again

You slowly start feeling confident, believe in yourself

Close your eyes

Take a breath






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