rounding up
"28, 28 there's decisions to make"
using an algorithm from a class I didn’t take
tattooed in my head and scratched on my skin,
you were “so close” well, “could’ve been”
"you qualify to compete, well you’re right on the line"
not enough credentials to even get declined
erase and regret, I hoped and I cried
But nothing will ever be that .05
I wasn’t that because it just wasn’t me.
That didn’t happen and wasn’t meant to be.
I should’ve and could’ve, but I’m still alive.
I am the line.
I am 3.45.
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