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The noises in the back Make it hard for me not to smack That buzzing fly I can't seem to **** All the other students do is make the teacher ill. English used to be my favorite class But now I dread it due to your sass. No, it isn't funny when you shout ****** things So here I am giving you some tellings You don't have a purpose No, you idiot, you are worthless.
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Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
My Own Learning Disability
The noises in the back Make it hard for me not to smack That buzzing fly I can't seem to **** All the other students do is make the teacher ill. English used to be my favorite class But now I dread it due to your sass. No, it isn't funny when you shout ****** things So here I am giving you some tellings You don't have a purpose No, you idiot, you are worthless.
- to the stupid kid who makes fun of me and everyone else
callie-greene
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Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 12:35 PM UTC
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