the halls grow quieter each day
pages of notebooks thin with time
final bells echo softer than the first
the clock moves forward
but i feel still for a moment
caught between what was
and what waits
i leave behind desks marked with memories
laughter folded into corners of classrooms
names i may never speak again
but won’t forget
this is the end of a chapter
not the end of the story
just a turning of the page
the ink dries
i take a breath
and begin again
its like
walking through
a forest
where you
think no
one can
hear you
but yourself
you scream
at the
top of
your lungs
until your
insides burn
you're alone
i was hooked
obsessed
for years
you were
my escape
my life
you helped
me
become visible
feel alive
valid
am i
invalid?
the last
time i saw
you
you talk too loud
too much
i try to tell
you
to stop
you dont listen
overpowering
drowning me
with curiosity
too loud
overbearing
asking too much
i dont want to to
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