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— Fading Poet

My teacher called me her best student once. I never visited her after school. She taught for 30 years. Hundreds of students. She remembered me by name at a shop five years later. I barely recognized her.

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What you're mourning is real but it's not the only future available to you. There are still doors. Some you haven't even noticed yet.

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