Every rowdy class is a voice waiting to be heard , waiting to be understood , who seemed to be loved thank you teachers  for listening to us thank you , for finding the reason for our rowdiness for giving a channel for our pressings , thank you teachers for finding poet in a zombie and setting us free for letting us  be , no matter where we go and what we do , we carry you in our heart.

Dear teachers thank you.

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