Confetti rains down as flying squirrels fill the screen
You read your acceptance letter and I'm filmed with overwhelming happiness
But I'm not ready
I'm not ready for our music filled car rides to school to come to an end
I'm not ready ready to see you cheering on the sidelines of my game one last time
I'm not ready for your familiar laughter to leave these halls
I'm not ready for our last late night homework explanation
I'm not ready to see you pack your bags
I'm not ready for you move 391 miles away
I'm not ready for you to leave
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