Frustration and the collision.

I sat in the exam hall,

With that blank look on my face.

All I can do is stall,

And just go through the phase.

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I really have no idea,

What the question is asking about.

I felt something like fear,

As my brain decided to checked out.

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So all I could do is blindly shoot,

And pray that I won't be wrong.

I really wanted to swear *tooot*,

Cause I felt like a big ding dong.

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The only thing that relief me,

Was the people sleeping around.

It seems they too have wandered free,

From the questions that holds us aground.

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Hence, if I get any high marks,

You know I don't deserve it.

So please save your remarks,

I don't want to hear them, not one bit.

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All I can do is hope for SPM

And pray they'll not lose my papers.

For if they did, it will be the end

Of the great Jon the Dazer.