Don't you dare think
I would give up on this trial.
I know, I know,
It's hard
Just to even apply.
But here I am,
Accepted,
Standing at the edge
Of participation.
This syllabus
Clutched in my hand
All wrong,
Scattered with
pieces missing.
I will find them.
All one by one,
By myself,
While you watch
With those eyes
Hot, delivering,
Almost too much
Especially when
They're on me.
Now
No hints, please.
But don't
Don't discourage me
From being a winner
Or a runner-up.
Please…
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