Miss Hancock,
Why would you give up your precious life?
I know it was hard teaching with older people,
but you shouldn't have let them laugh at you.
I'm sorry I didn't talk to you,
or cheer you up.
You were always like a mother figure,
caring and adoring me.
I always think of you when I take a shower,
I write metaphors when I take a bath.
The knowledge you have taught me,
is priceless.
You will always be the strong Miss Hancock
in my heart.
I'm sorry.
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