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[whoarewe]

this is what i do in math class.
Blank.
open up the book and the pages are blank.
empty.
from front to back, there is nothing in sight.
the pages just flow and stay hidden
by the shielding black hard cover.
a deep brown cover with pale beige empty pages.
black shadow.
the pen casts a dark shadow upon the blank page.
the tip touches the surface within the book.
leaving a thick black spot.
the pen is as hollow as the book itsself.
the book is closed and is thrown to the floor.
a page rips.

A shadow is casted
it leaves quickly but its effect stays
a lack of understanding remains
a loss of feeling a gain of deviance
the regaining of past years freight
concentration is broken
comprehension fails
the shadow took me
and left me here
here but there
the weakness overcomes
the sorrow overpowers
sorrow of what?
"Of yourself" says the shadow
i try to stop it
but cannot defeat myself
the cause of my own distress.