The classroom is cold
My hands are shaking
The breeze out side is so strong
It's like my soul is breaking
And then I had a chill
A strong pain in my chest
I look at the door
Slowly, very slowly it opens
Sudently all the sounds disappear
Deaper and deaper is the air
The room is becoming black
And now theres nothing in my head.
I am cold!...
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