The day comes, the unspeakable day comes.
One last day, the last first day of high school.
The Tears on my eyes tell me to laugh at myself.
My heart hurts a little more and I smile.
Because I can finally really see the ending coming, I can see my freedom coming.
And still, even if I have all the freedom I want I will always cry their names.
Nothing will ever be the same.
That day we will say
goodbye,
hello,
see ya later,
I'm sorry,
Thank you,
te quiero,
LOS QUIERO.
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PoesíaMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
