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After my senior died, I lost something. I used to be fearless. Now I'm afraid of getting too close to the peop…

After my senior died, I lost something. I used to be fearless. Now I'm afraid of getting too close to the people I treat, afraid they'll turn on me someday, afraid I'll bring shame to the school that raised me.

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