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as a young english teacher

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last year,
me...25 years old
sitting next to a crying
17 year old boy.
leaving school for the second time.
just too hard.
too many addictions.
i slid my chair next to his,
our shoulders touching
me asking,
why are you crying?
he saying,
i love you
the only thing i'll miss
from here
this hell
is you.

sometimes i wonder
how it is
i am perceived
by some of the chosen few
here within
the confines of my classroom.
i wonder... i wonder.