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Sitting here

Chilling fear

Sweat upon my palms



Class end is near

A joyous tear

Try to make myself calm



My legs shake

I'm starting to bake

It's hot in here



And I said to myself,

"Stop being so stealh"

There's nothing to fear.



I leave my class

Walk out the door

I think she looked

I'll hit the floor



I pussied out

I walked away

But I'll still live

Another day...