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Feb 2020
I look at the friends I made in my life and come to realize how time has changed us, Some of us would be proud of who we've become while others would've never expected the path they took. We've all grown to see each other as a family of sorts, but only I have noticed the clock ticking away at the corner of my eye. Day after day, the clock becomes louder until I realize that the clock is a signal, and that signal is when I'm supposed to catch the last train home
this is a little poem I made about my friend group at school and how, over the three years we've hung out and grown, started to grow apart to follow our own paths.
Written by
Benjamin Roman  17/M/Bakersfield, California
(17/M/Bakersfield, California)   
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