My soul is awash
The flood of reality covers me
Im drowning at the thought of being swamped by all this work
In my sleep, the magnitude of it all plagues me,
turbulence in my dreams because of what i left behind in my wakeful world
I see Procedures at night, Rules during the day,
Laws at noon and Orders at dusk
It feels like the only thing i live for
Seven days of fighting a battle which the Sovereign has told me I've won
Yet, the war must be fought and i must be named Victor
This war, this battle, this albatross
It is called THE BAR FINALS
And i am Victoria
The queen of excellence
The title is self explanatory
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