6th Grade

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You were in my class.

Finally.

You seemed better now.

You still had that smile.

Golden smile.

We talked from time to time.

But thats as far as we ever got.

Sometimes I'd feel bad,

during recess.

You'd fall and injure yourself,

and you'd cry

from pain.

It hurt to see you in pain.

Everyone would make fun of you.

I wouldn't.

We hung out at the end of the year,

all of us.

Didnt last too long.

Atleast, in my opinion.

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