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Dear you, That wasn't a fair barter and even you know that. ~ You were like the last page of my favourite book. I flipped the page and there was nothing but just a void ahead. That day, the sun was behind the clouds. It was upset. A beautiful journey has come to an end. I packed the backpack and walked towards the main gate. I looked at the empty corridors and 12 years of my life flashed by. The blackboard at which I was never going to look again waved at me. The window panes through which I was never going to gaze at the playground waiting for the games hour, anymore, were creaking with the wind. There was no one to check on the clock time to time as if pleading it to run fast, a period before the lunch break. Everything around was familiar yet felt so unusual. And when my tears rolled down, perhaps you took pity on me and settled for a barter. You took away my people with you but gave me a pocketful of memories. You told me,"reminisce the memories". I smiled. I knew, memories start to haunt when you know that you can't make more of them. I sighed. And as I walked past the gate, something felt heavy and it was definitely not my backpack.

Dear you, That wasn't a fair barter and even you know that. ~ You were like the last page of my favourite book. I flipped the page and there was nothing but just a void ahead. That day, the sun was behind the clouds. It was upset. A beautiful journey has come to an end. I packed the backpack and walked towards the main gate. I looked at the empty corridors and 12 years of my life flashed by. The blackboard at which I was never going to look again waved at me. The window panes through which I was never going to gaze at the playground waiting for the games hour, anymore, were creaking with the wind. There was no one to check on the clock time to time as if pleading it to run fast, a period before the lunch break. Everything around was familiar yet felt so unusual. And when my tears rolled down, perhaps you took pity on me and settled for a barter. You took away my people with you but gave me a pocketful of memories. You told me,"reminisce the memories". I smiled. I knew, memories start to haunt when you know that you can't make more of them. I sighed. And as I walked past the gate, something felt heavy and it was definitely not my backpack.