Post AP Hangover

I was drunk off all the stressing, And I probably shouldn't be confessing, But all I did was guessing and BSing. And now it's over, leaving me with my depressing Life, where I'm too scared of messing Up to even move, I'm suppressing Every action; my only goal is impressing The world. But what about my blessing? I'm so lucky; I shouldn't be obsessing Over some stupid test assessing My value, that test is compressing All of me into a number, suppressing What defines me; it's really quite distressing. And all I'm left with now is one big Headache.
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