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The bright red numbers stare back at me and I frown. They seem so ugly and blaring on the paper. I wish they would disappear and a higher number would replace them. I sigh out of disappointment and failure. It says ‘You almost passed, but you didn’t!’ I know I need to work harder, but in the moment I am not quite feeling kind to myself. I can’t help, but feel as if I have let the world down and all shall come crashing down around me. My faith in myself dwindles a little more at the bright red.
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