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A RESULT THAT WASN'T ME



One month before the examinations,

my body became a country I could no longer navigate.

Illness dimmed the pages before me,

turned concentration into a disappearing door,

and made preparation feel like climbing through smoke.



I tried to study through the weakness,

tried to convince myself that effort could outshout pain.

But the mind has limits

when the body is already asking for mercy,

and mine was running on almost nothing.



Every page became heavier.

Every hour at my desk felt borrowed

Then the results arrived,

carrying numbers that felt like accusations.

They were my poorest university results,

a small sheet of paper somehow holding

such a heavy disappointment.



I looked at those grades

and felt as though someone had mistaken my shadow

for my entire body.

Those numbers were real,

but they were not the whole truth about me.



But those marks were a photograph of one season,

not the whole landscape of who I am.

I knew the student behind those numbers,

the one who had fought before,

and I knew I had not stopped being capable.