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First Day Of School

Date Written: September 6, 2017
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Walking down the hall,

The chatter and laughter;

I thought,

“Why am I different?”

 

Everything felt so foreign,

The faces, the words;

I felt,

Isolated and lonely.

 

Now, everything feels familiar,

The faces, the words;

I feel,

Included and happy.

 

As I look around,

The hugs and greetings;

I think,

“I’m glad I’m different,

I am who I am.”

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