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Final Bow
The sweat is beading on my forehead, dripping down my face, mixing with the tears. I look around and see my closest friends that have been on this journey with me. I look into the crowd and see family and friends supporting me, cheering me on one last time which only makes me tear up more. I take my bow. Everyone who has worked so hard surrounds me for one final bow together. There isn’t a dry eye on stage. We’re all sad it's over, but that’s not why I’m crying. I’m crying because it happened and I loved it.
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I wanted to write about my last bow through my eyes in 100 words.