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May 2018
Summer is just a bunch of days
It’s kind of like a giant haze.
I hardly remember the first day of break,
For by now my legs are starting to ache.
The summer went by so fast,
Because it was such a blast.
But now the days are filled with sorrow,
For the last day of break, ends tomorrow...
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Max  20/Non-binary/KS
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