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That First Day

Those shakes, that uncertainty

No day is worse than the first

What will happen, what can’t be reversed

The fear tears at you, drives itself into a wavering spine and goes further

Do you know anyone, are you walking through a blind maze

What happens when feet meets threshold, what can I hope to change

Vanishing is a hope, transparency a fear, it’s friendship I need to survive

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abnormalvaverage

I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.

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