As I hug you for the final time,
Tears begin to sting in my eyes,
Why do I have to go?
I cry to myself.
A few weeks ago ten students went to a writing course. I was one of them.
By Anna
Tears begin to sting in my eyes,
Why do I have to go?
I cry to myself.
A few weeks ago ten students went to a writing course. I was one of them.
By Anna
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