

MathMy pencil glued. A daring mood. No inspiration, Such desperation. All these numbers, Make minds tumble Into pits Of Heavy mist. The boredom committee A woeful pity.Math


UntitledTangled branches cloud your eyes. A promised future, only lies. Not a single road is paved, So quickly dig a 12 foot grave. Attack the frozen ground with claws, Break down every useless law. Let the dirt pollute your mind, Every thought left in a bind.Untitled
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