So here I sit.
Waiting for my turn before the firing squad.
It was made clear that you will be allowed to plea your case
Followed by an interrogation.
You palm sweat.
You hear the buzz in your ears
Your heart races like the favoritè horse with its promise of winning
That twist in the pit of stomach reminds you that you about to enter the lions den.
Advice?
Breath deeply
Think happy thoughts
Dont go prepared
Follow your gut.
Trust yourself.
Now…
May it go thee well
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