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New friends.

New places.

The excitement.

My Next step.

All must stay unheard,

To the ears of my current acquaintances.

They ask each other,

“Will she even stay in touch?”



I defend them,

every chance I get.

I choose them,

Every chance I get.

I speak highly of them,

Every chance I get.

I love them,

Every moment.

But that is not good enough.

I want to share,

My excitement for new things.

With my current pals.

But the attitudes have come out.

The separation is starting.

I can feel them leaving already;

While I’m standing right here.

I don’t leave until august.

But because of my stable new life there.

It seems they don’t want me here.