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Slept away


I had 2 terrible teachers.

Named Hostile,

Named Ashamed.

They both constantly enjoyed

Pushing me,into hateful ways,

Of which cannot be explained.

 

Uniquely pathetic,

Were their attempts,2 teach me institutional,

Force fed perceptions,of Education,

Force framed.

That I slept the whole day away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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