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These months are passing by too fast for my liking.

Soon I'll be on that stage accepting my diploma with tears in my eyes.

Everyone else will thinks it's because I'm seeing this place for the last time.

When in reality I'm tearing up because I know that it might just be the last time I'll see you.

What if we don't stay in contact?
What if I never get the chance to say goodbye to you?
What if we never take a picture together?
What if I never tell you how I really feel?

All these questions running through my head; trying to ignore it and focus on right now.

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