Time ticks slowly and I'm watching the clock.
My head feels like a leaden block.
My teacher's mouth is a fuzzy blur.
My paper's still waiting for thoughts to stir.
The bell rings, I walk, then again I'm seated,
and it feels like school will never be completed.
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
This exam was meant to be quick.
When the bell rings my page is still blank.
I can feel it's vastness dropping my rank.
Today is the worst day of my life,
cutting my grades like an assassin's knife.
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