Standing in front of a crowd,
Reading out loud,
Feeling the pressure,
Building up to boiling point.
The pressure,
Of a thousand eyes,
Feeling like a thousand needles,
Pointed straight at me.
Feeling the heat,
As sweat drips down,
My clothes clinging to me,
Like a second skin.
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