Closure

Summertime that’s going fast

Moments that are made to last

Smiles that I’ll never receive

There’s no hope for you and me

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A/n.

When I started this poem, I added so many stanzas. But when I reviewed it all over again, they just weren't needed. This is it. I might even still like him, but I think I'm finally free. I don't think I have to hide who I am from him anymore. I just... don't. Summer's here, and I'm ready for it. I think this will be the last poem in this collection. Finally. Closure.

-Brittany

ps. Carnival is about him also (;