I'm just lounging on my bed,
As I begin typing in red,
But then I think to myself,
It reminds me of teachers' corrections
Like those essays on my shelf.
And so the color is now in black again,
It's so much better,
As I don't need flashbacks of the school days
Back when I was ten.
The End.
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