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Rambling


The constant flickering of the lights,

Time going by at a snails pace.

All we hear is the person in the front going on and on,

A never ending speech that drowns out the thoughts held within.

Day by day, we suffer this agonizing torment.

Yet all there is in sight is a teacher and their students.

 

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