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Jun 2018
It was Math class, before the most awaited lunch
Taking down notes that I would never understand
She kept on talking and talking and talking
So many things to clarify, so little time.

Eyes twitching, hand itching, mind exploding
Wanting the torturous hour to pass by, finally the bell rang
Students giving high-fives and shouting relief
It was finally the most sacred hour of the day

Then the teacher called my attention
Everyone was silent, sitting patiently on their sets
Only ten minutes passed since the class started
Guess the whole thing was just pure fiction.
Matabang Utak Ni Ong
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Matabang Utak Ni Ong  30/M/Pilipinas
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