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Last day. Big smiles, warm hugs Laughing, refusing to cry. The outgoing one The funny one The athletic one The identity that doesn’t need an introduction. No one told me
The new girl wore sherbert pink capris and  a matching polo shirt (despite hating girly things). The desks were arranged into a U in the 5th grade class. Strange plants in tiny pots lined the windowsill.
This was a visual poem that I had worked on about a year ago as a class project. The poem is about the overall feeling of being alone that may come with moving onto new things or new places.
So I'm new here and I don't know where to go, becomes the mantra of the alone. pity only lasted so long. they've moved on and so have you, difference is they don't have any clue,
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