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#6
Thursday, March 5, 2009 7:23 PM

I told my sister that ever since the A levels ended, it has been in my head that i screwed up. But i'm fearful for tomorrow. Tomorrow's the day they certify that you messed up. Black and white, in permanent ink, all finally realised for you. To be honest, i'm more afraid of how i'll react, than the results slip itself. I thought i came to terms with it, but i guess i've just been trying to run away from it, and it just caught up with me. Because we can't keep running forever. We're not made to be superheroes.


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