You must be proud of yourself that you’re very very famous. Your name can be heard every time people talk about Math. You’re just like a trusty side kick of Math, something that has always been there and something that will always be there.

“Hey, how did you solve Q11???”

“Algebra, duh. X is 86 and Y is 43. ”

These are just snippets of Math talk i’m really tired of. And perhaps ‘really tired’ is an understatement. It should be ‘extremely tired’.

So Algebra, I hope by now you’ve sort of guessed that I’m someone who unfortunately dislikes you.

And I’m not done yet.

I’ve a final bit of advice for you Algebra; it will be useful if you want to be more popular, cool and likable.

“Stop asking us to find your x, she’ll never come back. And don’t ask us y.”

From Estherjete

:D

I can’t breathe.

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Not anymore.

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I’m suffocated

by the

darkness.

It closes in all around me,

with no escape.

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I’m drowning,

grasping for air

in the lies and falsifications.

They crush the air out of my lungs.

***

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I’m choked

by hate and malice.

The hate you gave so lovingly,

wraps its bony fingers around my neck

in a cold embrace

and squeezes.

again.

again.

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