Crossing

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The first year in middle school

We split up,

Classes were on opposite ends of the school

We met between bells giggling like fools

Then we said adieu and parted

As I walked happily to my next class

A warm fuzzy feeling in my chest

I didn't hear her begin to speak,

To talk about my flaws

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