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The Test

by blueberrykindofday

Stress Bubbles up inside of my like a burning pot of my sanity Every time I turn around I am being assessed Why do I believe the tests to be worth so much It seems to me that are they are no longer testing my knowledge It seems to me that they are testing my sanity It is no longer brain against paper It is my soul against paper My soul is a firm, hard, rock But then again, paper always beats rock
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