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| Teacher |
| Bored, By the drowned tone of voice, In the back of my head. Draging on, on, Sending each of my nerves to the limit. Blended, so that all voices are as one. One nerve wreking voice in my head. The tention inside my limbs builds up, More and more, Until I can no longer stand it. The tears flow ongoing. When no longer can I stand it, And my system breaks down, My blood stops coming to my brain, The air cannot reach my lungs, And my body is still, And the drowned tone of a voice, Stays in my head - Forever. |
| *This poem's color scheme in particular is dedicated to a certain teacher that would drive me insane |
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