00:00I thought I passed math until she showed up in my dreams.
00:03My math teacher was levitating above my bed writing equations in the air with her severed
00:08finger.
00:09She dropped a textbook on my chest, screamed,
00:13Square root your soul, and made me recite tables while choking on chalk dust.
00:19She stapled a quiz to my forehead, asked me to graph my regrets, then vanished into the
00:24wall whispering,
00:25You were a disappointment in life.
00:28Death will make it official.
00:30Now I solve equations in my sleep, and every wrong answer burns a little deeper.
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