Shit You Can't Say To Your Teacher Scholarship Slam

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Glaring Teeth clenching Anger simmering I snap I scream I cannot hear myself think Am I really that loud?
Why the fuck are you so loud?Why the fuck are you so loud?!!Its 8 in the fucking morningYou’re boring and you're loudNow what the fuck are you talking aboutI sat over here with an attitude long enough
To whom it may concern,   I learned that in the fourth grade–
Condescending eyes shallowed by the slow hands stabbing at dragging hours stare intently at the dark scratches upon a once pure surface. They tire not of passing judgement upon those "lesser" to them,
is it more important that I can quote Hamlet… …than it is to teach me how to have friends is it more important that I can determine a derivative… …than it is to learn that means don’t justify the ends
It’s 1 am. My mother walks up the stairs, and asks me if I’m nearly there. I say; “I finished my math, but I still have so much to do” She sighs. So do I. Times not on my side.
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