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Feb 2014
I remember
that once
my 9th grade math teacher;
he was in a poor family,
and he couldn't have a coat.
"I didn't let the cold bother me."

I remember
on a cold day
when I could see vapor puffs from my nose
I was standing there
and refused to let the cold bother me.
doot doot
Written by
cypress  21/Gender Fluid/America
(21/Gender Fluid/America)   
   Timothy, --- and claire elisabeth
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