Reaching with frozen fingertips.
Stare straight into your biggest regret.
Look down the barrel,
teaching with an incoherent lisp,
blank looks and sweaty foreheads.
Bite the bullet they've created.
Find me lost
or leave,
leave me found
or lose.
Challenge me with my televised memory
and my A.D.D and
I promise I'll never forget you.
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Thats quite sweet. I had a teacher, my english teacher, actually, who pushed me to my limits because he had faith in me. I thank him every day for believing in me. This is wonderfully written, well done.
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Thank you very much for your comment. Sorry for how long it took to respond my computer has been acting extremely strange.
I like it. well done.
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thanks
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