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Sep 2011
And so with parting hugs and tear stained goodbyes we set off on our different paths,
Never again to laugh and cry and joke and confide as we have with each other.
It is the end of an era. The true end of childhood.

Our memories, now dearer than ever, haunt us every waking hour;
And during the dark nights we find we cannot sleep,
For we are filled with hope and fear as we enter into the new world,
Terrifyingly and completely alone.
Marguerite Christine
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