Crashing grades
I used to be booming in academics, but that was still in the pandemics. Before I would get perfect scores everyday, "I wish those days could replay" I say sounding cliche. Grades that shot up like a shooting star, Are now just leaving a scar. "Proud" was the word they said when they see my grades, but now even my own words hurt like a hundred blades. "Always stive higher", but now my grades are as flat as a tire. Being proud with high grades, is now me wanting to hide them and just wear shades. Little did you know that was me, my grades still not good enough for a degree. The girl who used to ace all her subjects, now sometimes even fails projects.
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