With all the pencils chit-chattering on desks,
Feet dancing on the floor,
Chairs sliding like there's no tomorrow,
Book jumping like the desks are bouncy houses,
And voices flying in the background,
I can't focus
No matter how he's I try,
I can't get any concentration around here
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Vent Poems
PoetryJust some vent poems I wrote at 3 AM and decided I could share for anyone who might feel the same Sorry if it's shit or sucks cock, like I said, I wrote them at 3 AM I might also put some song suggestions from time to time that match the theme or fe...
