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My best friend and my eight grade homeroom/math teacher loved my poems when they were just in a notebook. And they said I had a gift of writing, I never believed them til just now. And this is to show them how much they really did help me! For them my gift will be shown instead of hidden and put away... so Yeah you get the point of the poem!
Submitted:Dec 11, 2009 Reads: 91 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
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