By Amanda Kinsey • Monmouth Academy

I can feel the essence of us all.

Remember all the days we spent here.

Now it’s over.

We’re all growing up.

Leaving this place.

Goodbye.

Almost see her breaking off the post.

Being thrown in the snow.

Crumpled and crying when he died.

Detention’s coming.

It’s over.

We’re the last ones,

Growing older.

Leaving here.

Spent everyday here.

Suddenly it’s over.

Now we can’t come back.

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