Bleeding on the page

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  1. Belinda,
    I remember when I was in high school and was in competitive public speaking. There was a poem I chose that had really dark themes. To understand my selection, I had to dig deep inside of myself and project myself into the position of the narrator. One night I sat down in front of my mirror and began an inner monologue of the emotions the character would have felt. I threw away my script and instead railed at the injustice inherent in the story and I later sat in a catatonic state unable to speak.

    After that grueling exercise, I had a greater understanding of the material and no longer felt like I was doing a mere reading. It was a performance.

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