Dear Mrs. Clark
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In high school, I had a teacher that genuinely wanted to know what I was hiding behind my smile that never wavered. And just as everything else I've ever owned, she's not here anymore. She had me keep a journal of my thoughts, she's gone..but my thoughts are not. So here they are for everyone or for no one to see.
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