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.
The End
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Post AP Hangover, which
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