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A Folly of A Teacher part TWO
A Folly of A Teacher part TWO

I didn't think his verbal abuse against me would cause me to feel this way, a feeling of misery and disappointment. My mind wont stop engraving images in my thought, this time for real, i was scared. The image from my mind appeared to be a blur but as his words impinges onto me, this blur is now as clear as the skies, but it is as dark as the night.His sharp words have turned into a knife on my throat, slowly thrusting my skin and virgin flesh, and i see myself numb with pain, falling into the hands of my slayer, my eyes are shallow like a great depth of ocean, my lips are sealed with fear, and my body has become an effigy of his tormenting unjust beliefs, slowly dying in his hands and knife-cutting words was the nightmare of all my daydreams.
With all these expressed, still I wouldn't put all the blame on his shoulders, i have committed mistakes that might have been the root of this dark experience, I wrote this testimonial to put to words my underlying pain and misery. I am a felodese of words. His feculent approach to me has insolently jabbed my self respect and confidence, so i wrote this to revive what was killed in me and to expose a chicanery of a teacher. An experience to be noted and to be expressed is the concept of this blog, I dont intend to harm the involved, just for the art of literature and for the rejuvenating of ones soul.