I Coordinate, Therefore I Am
I don’t just exist I chart my existence on a graph and if you don’t believe me I’ll throw my pencil at you.
I graphed my coordinates so hard my hand started to smell like pencil lead.
I was so proud of my graph I took a picture of it and sent it to my mom.
I plotted so much I got a headache and then I yelled at the x-axis.
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