how is it that i'm like this? i'm cool, calm, and collected. i'm a sheet of ice. i'm slippery opaque, until just the right moment when my words fail me and i'm reduced to a fragile stuttering pathetic creature. like my reflexes, my body, turn on me and leave me hesitant and anxious. well, that's nothing new. everyone's veneer has ripples and fissures.
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