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The third-grade teacher who was always more than her job description demanded she be. 

She was the one who held you when you'd cry, 

supported you through academic challenges. 

I am a 17-year-old girl who has jumped through several hoops to get to where I am today in life. 

I have spent my teenage years healing the younger me. 

Isn't it funny 

how you can write 

your life's story 

with a realization 

that changed your world 

and have no one 

ever read it? 

Isn't it funny 

Fifth grade in my school is when

one of the kindergartners is your

book buddy,

when we read to them every Friday morning,

and when we leave,

it's when we mourn

the loss of our little friend

I am just like her—

Trapped in a sea of white. 

My mind is just as frayed—

My heart just as sliced. 

By the glittering blades

That contrived all her words.

The letters of her thoughts,

No one would know this now 

From the way I suck up words 

Books done in one sleepless night 

It seems I've been reading my whole life 

But in third grade