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Default 09-02-2007, 07:49 PM

My third grade teachers. They were so nasty to me. I had this empty folder that had a little mini story about the picture on it, and I was reading it after I was done with a test, and the science teacher literally ripped it out of my hands and tore it up and threw it away, and accused me of cheating on my test. I had turned my test in already, and I sat in the very back of the class. -.- My main teacher was worse though, she was always giving me poor participation grades because I couldn't read as well as the other kids, and because she just plain didn't like how happy-go-lucky I was some days.

Gah, I wish I could go back and slap the hell out of her. Whenever I told her the nasty students were picking on me again, she'd tell me to grow up and once she threatened to send me to the principal's office if I didn't shut up.

I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!

You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!
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