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Numbers like the bugs crawling through the old, rusted cogs The cogs, my brain slowly turning processing a creak, a squeak, a spark, a burst of motion dies slowly the words are the metal slowly peeling Math, the old machine in the junkyard of homework slowly rusting slowly killing the inside
Mathematical Frustation
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