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Aug 2013
That Sunday night feeling.
Heart-constricting.
Stomach-sinking.
Suffocating and drowning
in desperate dread.
Threads of composure unravel
as I remember
the approaching deadline
of that feared word:
school.
Adieu freedom.
Adieu long-stretched sun soaked days,
and lazy leisure.
Adieu summer.
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as-merry-as-the-day-is-long  I'm an old soul.
(I'm an old soul.)   
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   Anna, AJ and Dawn of Lighten
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