I love you. Wait, I loved you.
You run through my mind all day long. I think of you in school. I think of you when I board the bus. I think of you when I buy stuff. Because you are a compulsory subject. Because I need to you to count my bus fares. Because I need you to calculate if I have enough cash on hand.
I felt safe with you then because you made my L1R5 not seem so bad. Now, you're such a pest. All the good in you is fading away. I've had too much of you. The sight of you makes me sick.
Dear Math, you pester my mind a lot.
Haixxxxxx Math is driving me insane.
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