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Literature Text
Scrambling for the last vestiges of self esteem
As the crowd expresses raucous displeasure
My heart beats with thoughts of my team
In the failure of my desperate measures
Almost
My voice cracks and all eyes reside
On me as I drop the measure
The performance continues but inside
I feel anything but pleasure
Almost
I cry out as I land askew
My latest attempt’s result
But as I stand and try anew
I can do nothing but exult
Almost
As I ponder in anticipation
My adrenaline is up
Excitement for this occasion
For we may have won the cup
Almost
As I struggle with the words
Of my last oration
Not a sound was to be heard
As I blot my perspiration
Almost
As I sit down and cry
My composure rightly spent
I wonder how I survived
What he, for me, had meant
Almost
