Walking towards the field
Feeling empty inside and out
No walls to hide my face in
Everyone can hear me Without needing to shout
One year ago it was only two levels
But subtract three,
And it was only one
One more year after this
And soon I will be done
New faces coming each and every day
I met a new one this year
That voice ringing in my mind
The one that I now call bae
When is it going to be over
I can hear my brain say
When is the last time I will walk
Maybe tomorrow
But that day is not today.
(Original -by me)
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