"14/30..."
"right, the essays with an anyhow pass will save the paper"
"9/25"
"23/55"
"S."
It didnt make sense.
I studied, I was confident.
The walls around me collapsed upon me.
Everything broke. Logic, heart, tears, hope, pride.
I dont get it! Did i really write these?
Why is everything so unclear? Why do the words sound so defiant?
Why are the diagrams not explained?
The pulsating thoughts passed through my wounded mind.
What on earth happened?
My heart was dying, dying to prove itself.
"I'm not some kinda S grade student shit!"
My right hand flailing at the air.
I really dont get it, really, really dont.
I couldnt figure how i was gonna convey this to my friends either.
My hand covered the marks in denial, even my neighbour must not know.
He'd tell me I was wasting my life away, it'd make me feel suicidal.
Those eyes, glistening eyes!
They demanded to hear good news from me, news i cannot offer.
My lips felt dry,
hope vapourised from the morning sky.
that's why, shamelessly
I entrust the remaining 2 papers into your hands.
How does it feel like to be afraid to excel?
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