Candidate number

For that hour, I was not Saul Westbrook
I was 5313
For those sixty minutes, I had no personality
I was a statistic
For those three thousand six hundred seconds, I was not judged on morality
I was a percentage
For those three million, six hundred thousand milliseconds, I was not handed compassion or sympathy
I was handed an examination paper
For those three billion, six hundred million microseconds, I was not human
I was my candidate number
I did not fail that paper. I did not ruin my future. It wasn’t me. It was 5313.
I am not my candidate number

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