Throats dry,
Can't speak
My mind is racing,
Just thinking about,
What is going to be,
I know what I want to do but......
But I'm so afraid,
This bold move,
That I will only think of,
In a dream,
Reality will be known,
Intentions seen,
While this big step,
Will be made,
By my guider and me.
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