Forever They Will Be Secrets To Me

I want to hang out with my old classmates again. I miss our laughs. We were another family, a second family to each other. Especially the teachers, who share their life stories with us. I miss sitting in the classroom all crowded together listening to our literature teacher talk about how she burnt her garage down when she was a little kid trying to mimic a super hero.

Why can't life be pleasing? We've got all the comfort in the centuries we've lived on this planet, sure, but it's not about all that crap. It's the pleasing of the soul that counts. My soul longs for my friends back in my private school.

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