Flamska
I forget what it's like to breathe, but I try to remember anyways.
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I see the A,
On the paper filled with compliments,
Single spaced,
Helvetica 14pt.
I see a symbol,
A gold star on my conscience.
I'm doing okay,
But it's just a letter.
A foreign letter,
And I want to translate it.
I want to prove to my self,
That I'm more than mentally ill.
That the 2.1 GPA
That defined my struggles,
Last time.
For the last time.
I'm a gold star.
I'm already a gold star.
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