Measuring Success

Measuring Success

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A strong feeling of desire or whole heartedly being sustained by obtaining something peculiar crawls beneath my skin.        I woke up one morning from an indefinable dream of my life going astray. So I sit up right pensively thinking of what I will become, hence my thoughts are governed by a state of "difference". I now am eager more than ever to make a change. I dress up because of my  persuasive and diverted mentality to see what the day has to hold          My school day hasn't resumed in a thrilling way as my  optimism.  Coincidentally it was the beginning of a new erm and the educators were announcing each learners mark of the previous term. I am slightly discouraged by my disapproving marks. I felt my heart sink as the lessons dragged  through the day. I felt like I just wanted to crawl beneath a rock and cease to exist.             P3 (Bo The following days followed with little passion it seemed to go a bit more swifter than the days before.  Every
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I couldn't stop trembling even more now. I calmed down a little more and checked my arm again. I was correct, I wasn't hallucinating. On my shoulder was a tattoo. It was a character of some sort-- in a different language. It looked like it was Chinese mixed with Islamic calligraphy. The skin around my arm was red and irritated. The symbol stuck out like a vein. I hyperventilated. I thought I was going to have a panic attack. I had to sit there, on my bed, and command myself to calm down. "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. This isn't real," I whispered. I checked the mirror again and searched all over my body to see if I had any other markings, but so far this was the only one. I shut my eyes, trying to force myself to wake up, but this was real. And for the first time, out of all the panicking, my vision went black.

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