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Dear God

My teacher said that if I want to write poetry, then I have a right to do this, so I hid my poems in the garden so that they will not be able to burn them. I know that they feel pain, otherwise, mom would not wear uncle's old shirts. Her hole is bigger than mine. She can't do other than to fill it with the shirt. For me, it is poems. It is no more wrong, right?

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