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Confessions of a pyromaniac.
I'm feeling sorry for myself.
It's not my fault that I destroyed the science lab.
That stupid lab had it coming,
with all that fancy, shiny equipment.
I only did what I had to do,
and it's not like the metho was being kept under lock and key....
The bunsen burners were just sitting there,
the matches scattered over the bench....
Why do I have to sit in the corner
while the fire brigade is called and my paretns are
I'm not five,
I just don't like science....
Anyway, as soon as I escape from this cold,
I'm heading straight up to the maths department
with the leftover matches and