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Senior year turned cold one day. I fell on the ground and didn't have anything to say I held on my stomach and cried a little or more than that a nurse brought a wheelchair over on which i sat
Drive. Drive for one job. One shot. I have one chance to succeed. It’s my only option. Failure won’t be tolerated. Can’t isn’t in my vocabulary. I’ll do what I need to make it.