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October 20, 2011
So you aren't going to be out teacher anymore? That is a crying shame.
I will miss the way you patronise me.
the way you snap at me.
How you favour those who you see as funny.
The way you try and win our affection instead of earning it.
How you find the one I hate the best thing since sliced bread.
Well toodle pip. Watch these hate lines slowly disappear from my face.
But now I will leave you. I walk away leaving many things I should of remembered.
I am too busy running away from that living hell.