wrapped up

i can count

my days left

on my fingers,

and then i’m

gone,

a new world,

people speak of it:

new schedules

new curriculums

new teachers

new halls

new bus route

and new tears that

spring from my eyes

because a best friend

leaves and

my time here

is limited,

everyone

wrapping everything

up

and i don’t want

that bow

to go on

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