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Summer
As the bell rang, and students cheered,
I just sat at my desk.
Something felt different,
and I didn't know why.
I knew that school was over, but
I didn't really want to leave,
nor did I want to stay.
Imprisoned freedom, most likely so;
it perplexes me.
I felt a relief for freedom,
yet still feel encased.
Why?
More importantly:
why do I have the sense
that I will die?
As the bell rang, and students cheered,
I just sat at my desk.
Something felt different,
and I didn't know why.
I knew that school was over, but
I didn't really want to leave,
nor did I want to stay.
Imprisoned freedom, most likely so;
it perplexes me.
I felt a relief for freedom,
yet still feel encased.
Why?
More importantly:
why do I have the sense
that I will die?
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