Three weeks is a period of time
That we feel in so many ways.
It can be so long
But with the right people
In the right place
It can feel like a matter of
Days.
Laughing and smiling alongside each other,
Joking and singing along,
Each night spent in pitch darkness together,
We've made an everlasting bond.
Three weeks living all in the same room
Those three weeks we were never apart
Three weeks has made us the closest of friends
Maybe not in distance but always in heart.
The things that we said
At midnight
Drunk on the joy
That seeped out through our laughs
The things that we said
Meant nothing
But now they are everything
In every way.
And in those last days
As it started to fade
We cried as a group
We laughed through the tears
We coughed through the laughter
And though we left each other that day,
It brought us all endlessly nearer.
See you next year.
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