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  • Artist Info: i look at the teacher, and blink a slow, bored blink. i see the imaginary girls and boys playing outside, free, and excited, not bored and closed up, trapped. reality takes its toll on me and i refuse to listen to the unknown language the teacher babbles on about. i suddenly fall into the colourful world of day dream, where i can't hear anything i hate, or see the stuff i doubt. the world seems like a wonderland, until i am forced back to earth, to understand the language my teacher speaks, and to know that i'll never be set free, never loved, never caring....
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