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May 2012
It seems as if I'm left behind,
The skills I have don't mind

Everyone's moving on,
Soon they'll all be gone

We're going our different paths,
Focusing on more than just maths

It'll be hard to leave
But it's what we'll achieve

After our years of learning,
We shouldn't have to be returning

I can always shout to you,
And we can both start our stories a new.
Stacey L
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Stacey L  23/Toronto
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