I could taste the bitter tinge from a mile away
The sugary sweetness fading
Though we end on such a high note
Sadness lingers in the pockets of the stragglers
Weighing us down and putting us in a slow trudge
To gold and light you go, as you earned, of couse
And though a smirk is adorning your fresh face
It is still glistening with tears from an achey gaze
For what was once seemed impossible
Is now within arm's reach
Wishes have been granted
And are being accepted in a hesitant state
Common consensus is, that leashes are to be cut
The clock has struck June, and here's reality
Hello, the end.
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