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  • Dear old friend,

    There was a day where the sun was bright.
    There was a moment of that day that would have to been my least favorite time.
    They told us that there was a meeting that everyone at our school had to attend. We didn't know know what was going to happen.

    It was loud.
    Kids were running around everywhere. They were playing tag but each time they tagged someone they linked arms.
    I couldn't do it.
    I decided to hide in the bathroom.

    I don't know what was happening to me. Why I was reacting like that.
    I started shaking.
    Water was building up in my eyes.
    I couldn't cry.
    I couldn't.

    You saw me standing in the corner shaking.
    "I'm here" the words slipped out of your mouth.
    The comfort of you being there allowed me to loosen up and let my tears flow down my face.

    You grabbed my hand and guided me outside.
    You stayed with me while I cried.

    You comforted me when I didn't think anyone would care.


    Thank you
    Your old friend
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