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While pressing the issue at hand, a touch of steadiness upon demand would be too much a request A galaxy of fret imposes on me Yet still there's no one to whom this I've confessed Now why am I nervous this time?When last night I said that I'd be fine Thinking it par for the course my friend said, "Listen now I've somewhat figured out that geniuses consider the source." Hold my brand shaky hand, don't flub Not so calm for my palm, the cup rub Library book with a spine At this point it amounts to more than mine And the index reveals the next page But my precious answer does not show itself because another fool's already ripped out the stage Hold my brand shaky hand, don't flub Not so calm for my palm, the cup rub Don't you dare flub So what's the point of it all? I thought conflicting things before were small But back when the merriment was all a mirage The grip I did posess firmed up the happiness Yes, the grip I did posess exhibited a mess before this here one I'm in now came along From Letras Mania