A Rabid Beast

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I fought hard.

I really did.

I beat the small monsters until there were none left.

Then, I took a break after that.

But now, the boss lumbers in sight.

He's still a bit far away, but I can feel his presence.

Though the sword in my hand is blunted, the quiver of arrows remains full.

But, the longbow slung across my shoulder is unstrung.

For some reason, I'm completely calm.

And that scares me the most.

I'm terrified that I'm not terrified of this rabid beast known as exams.

~♠~

Lol, how many of you saw this coming?

Yes, I hate exams.

Why do they exist?

But, did anyone catch the symbolism I used??

(English exam preparation)

~May out.

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