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10/27/03

my teacher called me

he stare at me like I’m a shit

it makes my tongue weak

I can’t sit my ass

I’m so nervous.

I looked around and everybody’s lookin’

And it felt like a mess

I’m shaking like I’m dying

My all beat so fast

I’m breathing so weak

I’m trembling.

My strength is fading

So ashamed

I can’t hide

I’m in the center

Yeah,

He stares at me like I’m shit

And said,

“walk out the door dead brain,

make yourself cool for one week”

I don’t wanna give a damn but

I cursed him to…