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Are you nervous?
Shaking, quaking is your being
Bones rattling like a swinging chain
Anxiety consuming you whole
Its fangs,
Poisonous, sharp, deceit
Piercing slowly
Worry, trepidation, fear
How will it be?
This future not yet seen,
Only deemed horrible
By what I think
Is me.

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