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Jun 2018
I fell from a tree with a familiar feather;
I left our nest with memories and laughter.
It saddens me, but we have to grow.
I yearn to look back, but I need to go.
Do you know that feeling when you need to be separated from your friends because you need to grow? I miss my classmates so much.
Written by
AnxiousOcean  20/M/Philippines
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