wrapped up
i can count
my days left
on my fingers,
and then iβm
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 donβt want
that bow
to go on
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