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,
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