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Part 5
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Dear,broken one

I saw someone bump into you while in the hall.
You fell and they didn't even say sorry, they just kept walking.

I wanted to yell at them to apologize. But I didn't. I couldn't. I'm sorry.

More papers fell from your locker. You taped them inside once again. There must be a lot of them taped in your locker.

I want to see them in the garbage. I want your locker to be clean. I want those insults to become compliments.

Maybe I'll do that somehow. I don't know how yet,but I swear I'll find a way. 

I'll help you. I promise.

Love, the scaredy cat.

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