Melancholic

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smiles covered their faces to hide the
terrified tears that flowed like a river,

blinding fluorescent lights carved holes
Into our eyes and skin,

hands warm like the sun giving comfort
to our aching hearts,

broken laughs and talks about
the summer plans as if it wasn't forever
away,

Do they fear the next summer like I fear the far future?
Do they fear that the changes will change us?
Do they fear our final summer as kids?
Do they fear this summer will suffocate us like the lives we leave behind?

~Nyx

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