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It's stuck here, as am I. Revolving in this skull of mine and bouncing off the walls. We duel, illuminated by light through the eye holes. (Sockets. Learn your key words.) It is dim, like the backstage of a freak show. (They'll put you there if you fail.) Blow after blow after blow like acid rain. (Remember the equations. Acid plus a carbonate? You must not forget do not forget do not forget.)
My essays say that an enemy can just as easily be a friend, but they can't. (Idiot. You know it wasn't the questions' fault you should have practised you should have practised.) We are the opposites, the black and white, (Remember political correctness in Formal Writing.) the red and the yellow, the ununifiable contrasting colours. (Making up words will not earn you marks.) It is the needle through my soul's fabric. (Science science science you do not have a soul.) We are an acid and an alkaline but cannot make water and a salt. (Impossible, English still cares about Science a little. Check your notes. Revise. You're not sure they make that.)

This...

This writing isn't what I need.

It is lackluster.

I
need
something
more

I need violence.
Video games.
To run and run and run and run and have it not matter any more.
The voice in my head needs to die and I wish I didn't care, but I do, so deeply that it is a second part of me.
I need to duel.
To bounce off the walls.
Loud music
and
fracture this skull.
I don't care if it is a greenstick common in young children.
Fracture this cage with a sonic boom.
Break the light barrier.
Run away.
Just run away and not care anymore and not care that Spellcheck wants a space in 'anymore' and can't recognise its own name and that contractions are not appropriate in some essays but I don't have space or time or space or time...
And not care.
And this is what I need.
I am tied down.

Break the light barrier.

Break the light barrier with me.

Description
It's stuck here, as am I. Revolving in this skull of mine and bouncing off the walls. We duel, illuminated by light through the eye holes. (Sockets. Learn your key words.) It is dim, like the backstage of a freak show. (They'll put you there if you fail.) Blow after blow after blow like acid rain. (Remember the equations. Acid plus a carbonate? You must not forget do not forget do not forget.)
My essays say that an enemy can just as easily be a friend, but they can't. (Idiot. You know it wasn't the questions' fault you should have practised you should have practised.) We are the opposites, the black and white, (Remember political correctness in Formal Writing.) the red and the yellow, the ununifiable contrasting colours. (Making up words will not earn you marks.) It is the needle through my soul's fabric. (Science science science you do not have a soul.) We are an acid and an alkaline but cannot make water and a salt. (Impossible, English still cares about Science a little. Check your notes. Revise. You're not sure they make that.)

This...

This writing isn't what I need.

It is lackluster.

I
need
something
more

I need violence.
Video games.
To run and run and run and run and have it not matter any more.
The voice in my head needs to die and I wish I didn't care, but I do, so deeply that it is a second part of me.
I need to duel.
To bounce off the walls.
Loud music
and
fracture this skull.
I don't care if it is a greenstick common in young children.
Fracture this cage with a sonic boom.
Break the light barrier.
Run away.
Just run away and not care anymore and not care that Spellcheck wants a space in 'anymore' and can't recognise its own name and that contractions are not appropriate in some essays but I don't have space or time or space or time...
And not care.
And this is what I need.
I am tied down.

Break the light barrier.

Break the light barrier with me.