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As I came to the doors that day, A feeling of dread crashed down like a wave. Where was she? She wasn't sick, And she was always there before me. The bell rang, Everyone gathered in, Still in my mind, Where was she? I looked around the classroom, The desks, Where she could have sat, Then the memory came, As unforgiving and cruel As an angry Tasmanian devil. That day, the day of helping, The day of the big piles of boxes, To be packed away. The moment right outside the car, The moment they drove away, Not to come back to that house ever again. The moment while going home, Realizing I wouldn't see her face, Her bright, ha