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Oct 08
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Abby_Simmons

My Last Year

"Try to make a few last-minute memories"
I tell myself,
before I let go of my friends, sister, family.
Each memory must be perfect,
to keep me moving forward, 
whenever I look back.

I have to remember all the little things,
my dog's fur between my fingers,
the smell of all my old books,
a flute ringing through the air.

I wrap it all up now,
before I lose myself in preparation,
before home becomes a place I visit.
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  1. ShanRippWriting
    Oct 09, 2017

    Your last line, "before home becomes a place I visit," really hit me and I was blown away with the power from it. I'm currently in college and I completely get that feeling which you put into words so well. I'd love to read a specific moment where your reflecting on all of this, maybe you're hanging out with your friends, then get that weird feeling that it's one of your last moments being home. Really well done!
    Shannon :)

    Shannon Ripp

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  1. Abby_Simmons
    Oct 09, 2017

    Thank you so much, I'll definitely try to put together a piece like you suggested.

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  1. Kyrridwen
    Oct 10, 2017

    This is lovely. I am in college at the moment, I was in your shoes last year. I have very specific memories of the last time I saw some of my friends over the summer. It's strange to think I haven't seen them in months now. You did a great job putting this strange anticipation in to words.
    Thanks for sharing!

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  1. Abby_Simmons
    Oct 10, 2017

    Thanks so much!

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