is a vise
that squeezes the buoyant air from my lungs
replacing oxygen with dread.
Eight-page paper,
Ten minute presentation,
Exam.
Those words mean
long nights,
sleep deprivation,
and a little bit of panic.
Will I pass?
Will I do a good job?
Will I succeed?
Even with questions rattling in my brain,
Somehow I know I will do alright,
Because I always do.
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