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Public Speaking


Beady stares,

critial judgment in those chairs,

blanking out, 

keeps me in doubt. 

 

One thing that I absolutely fear, 

has been reoccuring year after after. 

Public speaking. 

My nervous sweat is what is reeking. 

 

But deep a deep breath, 

regardless of me wanting to escape humilation death-

confidence, clarity, calmness. 

all make my fear less ominous. 

 

Poise, practice, prepartion. 

Keys to Success Station. 

 

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