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  • It is nerve racking standing up in front of an audience and reading poems that come from my heart. My hands shake and my throat feels dry. I look up at the expectant faces of men and women waiting to read their own stories and poems and I start reading....

    It was different when I stood in front of a class of students teaching them their lesson for the day. Perhaps because they had turned up to learn something. Opening my soul to my peers is very hard sometimes.
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