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Amanda Mar 9
How heavy, do we stroll across the world
Solid stone, are our footsteps
As we breathe, our heartbeats counting down
Until, we float away like weighted smoke
And our footprints are all that remain
Breeze-Mist Jan 2018
Twenty more weeks of high school in all
Twenty more weeks of this ****
It's only 'till June
Let's hope it comes soon
Twenty more weeks of high school in all

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