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The Teacher


He has taught me so much, all because of him

I have been inspired again

He is kind, he has heart

He tells stories of his life

He is so utterly honest,I look up to him so much

People have idols like singers

Heroes like superman, but he is my idol and my hero

His words are so inspirational

He is a reason I am still alive today

My pain now goes away in this

No longer through pills, no longer through razors

Writing isn’t what saved me, He saved me

Without him, I would not be standing here

He saved me from myself

Without him I wouldn’t happy

I wouldn’t be myself

I have never met a more influential person than him

A teacher

A person more understanding

I am okay but I didn’t do this on my own

He hasn’t been the only person to help me

Hasn’t been the only person to be there, but

He stopped me from the pain I inflicted on myself

He turned me around, my pain becoming words on paper

Rather than cuts on my skin

Becoming whole again

Someone else helping me to become myself again

 

                   **Dedicated to Mr.Lipps my 9th grade English teacher

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