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Picture this...
As I fiddle with my new lens...An angel walks into the midstof my shot,I'm zoomed in...Now the bigger picture is...Feeling a little cropped...
When I was fourteen years old one of my best friends died.
I wandered the halls of my dreary middle school where
my anxiety levels rose and my confidence fell.
My heart raced as I ran from my classroom
