It's all over.
Primary school. Finished.
There was lots of laughter, lots of tears. I joined in blindly. Now it's just...over.
It took me a long time to get home - I went to every part of the school, trailed my fingers along the fences and walls, twirled around every pole like I did when I was little. I closed my eyes and ran through every memory I had as a child.
I don't think the book is closed, in that sense. I've turned the page over, begun a new chapter. The next episode in the most enthralling and exciting saga I know of - life.
Life as I knew it isn't gone, it isn't a book put back on the shelf - it's a chapter that is hidden by a new page. I'll never have the thrill of reading each word, experiencing each event as they come again, but every now and then, I can flip back to the beginning of the book and relive a few moments. The world hasn't closed on me - it's opened up even more.
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I think it takes alot of bravery to accept that.
It just hit me in the final minutes, and I was choking back tears, because all this familiarity would be gone, and suddenly wanted to wind my life back and become friends with EVERYBODY, because I would never get to see them again.
Ugh, I'm getting teary.
C.S
Can you list me as a team member so I can comment on SIMH?
I won't write if you don't want me to.
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