Poem: Losing brilliant minds

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Losing hours of sleep

Hours of my life

Over things that don't matter,

Won't matter in a few years time.

Why?

Why must you torture me in such a way?

Why,

Why must you make me fall in love with it, the feelings of achievement and acceptance,

Only to break my heart when I fall subpar?

When I'm a B-grade,

Grade leveled,

Average

Disappointment.

Why is anything less than perfect disappointing?

Why am I losing my life over this?

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