A2–B10:36
I woke up before the sun.
I woke up before the sun.
The room was still dark.
The room was still dark.
I didn't want to open my eyes.
I didn't want to open my eyes.
Because opening them means the end.
Because opening them means the end.
I lay there, just listening.
I lay there, just listening.
The birds outside were loud.
The birds outside were loud.
They didn't know I was leaving.
They didn't know I was leaving.
I packed my bag slowly.
I packed my bag slowly.
Each shirt felt heavier than before.
Each shirt felt heavier than before.
This small room was my home.
This small room was my home.
Now it will be a memory.
Now it will be a memory.
I touched the window glass.
I touched the window glass.
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The Last Morning
by @isla_world