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Step by step I walk up to my deathAll the confidence that was planted in my brain just leftDidn’t even touch the mic and I’m starting to sweat
Cold sweat dripping down your neck. keep cool, after this you're next. remember the purpose of why you're present, you can only show your nerves to a cerain extent. bright lights, people's eyes, and shaking bones,
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