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Behind ev’ry face, There is a room; A room filled with Tons of drawers.   Hidd’n in these drawers
I don't know much about poetry. When I was in the first grade, I thought it was about rhyme That was the only thing I knew about it at the time And that's all that poetry meant to me.  
Kindness is feeling Pain and not wanting someone to go through that Kindness is seeing Someone who's hurt and wanting to help Kindness is showing Love and kindness Kindness is knowing
I drag my feet through the halls.  Tired eyes, stress at home. Please do not fall.  Friends turned their backs. Feeling all alone, all I needed was a good smack.  That person, who believes...believes in me. 
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