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My hands grip the steering wheel

as my knuckles turn white

and I clench my jaw.

I'm sorry but you didn't pass.

Didn't pass.

For the second time

Her words pierced through me

like a bullet

ruining me.

For the second time

my heart ripped out of my rib cage

from how hard it was pounding.

For the second time

the panic that settled in my chest

rose up my neck to suffocate me.

My world crumbled

my confidence shattered

and I still can't bring myself

to try again and fly high.

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