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I slept wrong
The back of my neck hurts.
My finger is cramped around the pencil.
My eyes face paper full of number.
Whenever I try to measure the line,
my vision sees double, it sees the line twice.
The numbers are dancing above the line,
my drawing is odd and my pencil sharpener breaks the tip of the pencil.
It's 03o'clock again.
,,Ghost night huh, we would say now in germany"
Indeed I heared running through the livingroom,
while my back is in a hunch on my bed and I placed the Booklet on my mathbook.
I suddenly immedietly put the light off.
,,I will never be able to can do math"
I resonate with my past fate of not knowing what Kilogramm in miligramm is.
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Adna Demiri
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