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and read the journal before they found me.
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And you know what?
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Her dreams weren't all that different than mine.
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They were even a little bit dull.
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All these years later,
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I remember more about her crisp white blouses
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than a single one of her dreams.
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You know what's disgusting?
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Someone donates their body to medical school
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and thinks they're helping to cure cancer...
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...and ends up like this.
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It's disrespect.