the five hundred and thirty ninth day

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I barely thought about it

until it came

but it was always coming


I think I will miss my friends


I think I will miss the adults


I think I will regret something


it is all a blur already


I don't want to leave


this is where I found you

and this is where I found a lot of things


this is where I found myself


I find my mom

to take pictures of us


this is the end


goodbye

friends


goodbye

parking lot


goodbye

blue sky


goodbye

everyone


it is july 8th


the last day

before the last summer begins


I am drenched

with a coldness in my heart


after everyone is gone

I look up at the walls

and say it

one last time


goodbye

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