burn out
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Once a perfectionist, always a perfectionist.
You see, for years, I was at this point where everything was an easy A.
I got all my assignments and I had the motivation to do them.
When did I get bad?
I remember elementary school,
Straight A’s,
Huddling in with my friends when its cold,
Building giant snowmen in the field,
i stand miles above and from town,
observing the little specks of pure white and monarch orange lights;
some lights cluster and kiss,
while some run and hide between botany.
through the lens of logic,