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I feel spacy
Half awake
I can see and talk, but it feels like it's coming from a different perspective
The perspective of a wolf who has lost her pack...
I try to think of being in my classroom, surrounded by my friends
But they are not only my friends, they are more than that
They have raised me, made me who I am
And they continue to do so, right hear, right now
As I sit here, typing my heart out, I'm doing it because of them, am I not?
Because I miss them I write this poem
Because I want them to continue to shape my life like they always have
Whether it makes me feel angry, sad, or any other way, they did it
And it comforts me knowing that they are still there
Even if they are across the world in distance, they will always be close to my heart