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Hopeless and Heartbroken

I have always tried to approach each day with a full heart, but today, my heart is completely broken and empty. No matter how hard I try, I cannot find a way to comprehend what is happening in our nation - once again. I have learned that my voice is hopeless in all of this. To live hopeless and heartbroken is a waste, but it's also the reality of every student and teacher in our schools. Hopeless and heartbroken - a portrait of American education.

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  1. I feel exactly the same way. Utterly hopeless and deeply heartbroken.

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  2. I find myself speechless time and time again because no one wants to hear the only solution that will make a difference.

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