Unit 53

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Fuck this system and my narcissistic account and story.

I want a poem that describes where I'd rather see your head on a spike.

Than in our English class that I sit across from the other side of the room.

I'll be honest I don't want to look at your face.

I hate you quite a lot. 

If we make eye contact again, I'll make sure to have you executed.

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