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In a grand classroom, sits a small woman with black glasses and an empty heart 

She grows sicker by the day waiting for her love to recognize her 

As the days grow colder, a ring once placed on her finger is no longer there 

She becomes aggravated by the nonsense and politics of education 

It was sinking her deeper into a depression 

“Is everything okay?”

All it took was a text and a couple classroom visits for her to realize 

That there was always someone peering in 

Watching her whither 

And approaching right at the acme of her deterioration 

“A bottle a day keeps the doctors away” 

Post-it notes left on her desk 

To pep her mood and ensure her she’s not alone 

Messages reminding her that there are funnier things to look at within the system than negatives 

Clown faces for superiors and extra hearts for our co-workers that work so hard 

She grew acquainted with her companionship 

And wondered when was the next surprise? 

To only remember…

She can not grow too close anymore