Bore
Bell rings and a deadness strikes the group
One by one, wearily, we file into the room – where
Rambling teachers drone on and on, turning even the
Exciting, into just another BORE!
Hate
Held the gun of anger that formed in my heart
Aimed it at all responsible for tearing my life apart
Turned out at the root of it all was none other but me - whose
Existence had lost all meaning to continue to be.
Cain XXX
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