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Breathe


The time has come Words filled my head Fear crept into my heart How will this end? Words filled my head They are calling my name How will this end? I want this to be over They are calling my name What if I fail? I want this to be over This is all in my hands What if I fail? I know what I’m doing This is all in my hands Breathe, I must breathe I know what I’m doing What if he forgets? Breathe, I must breathe I put so much effort into this What if he forgets? Butterflies are swirling in my stomach I put so much effort into this I want them to be proud of me Butterflies are swirling in my stomach Fear crept into my heart I want them to be proud of me The time has come
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