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June

The classrooms are locked

The children’s laughter echoes

Throughout the grounds

But there are no children in sight

The wildflowers are in bloom

Summer is near

But I don’t want it to be here

I don’t want to leave

I don’t want to no longer be a student here

My classroom will no longer be mine

My classmates will no longer be mine

My teachers will no longer be mine

Empty

Lost

A violin with no strings

Music with no sound

This is the last time I will walk here

And be able to call it

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