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I felt stupid.
Loose tongue.
Embarrassment climbing.
Burning.
Swallowing me.
I’m inside a burning red cloud.
I can’t see. I can’t hear.
I’m on auto pilot.
Until the cloud starts to disappear.
Slowly.
I resurface. I relax.
It’s ok. I’m ok.
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