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THE FINAL BELL🥺

Suddenly I realized that it's the last day of my college.


No more semesters,
No more boring lectures,
The corridor we used to play,
Will be empty all the day;
The canteen we used to eat and chat,
Will be memories of where we sat;
The time of Sighting our crush
Will no more make us blush;
The last minute projects and assignments
Will no more gives us excitement;

What comes next, none can say,
As we part, going our own way.
Promises made to stay in touch,
Yet reality says it won't be that much.
Some cried, some laughed, as we bid adieu,
Tears rolling down, amongst the few.
You not only miss the people you love,
But also miss the person who you are now.



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  1. Miss you all!😭

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  2. Super ma,best wishes for your future

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  3. Will miss you🥺🫶🏻

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  4. Reallyyy reallyyyy miss youuuu guysssss!!!🥹🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻

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  5. Going to miss all this 😢 🥹

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  6. Time of learning and adventure became as a memory 🥺🥺🥺❤️‍🩹

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  7. 21BCE You'll always be remembered. Thankyou for being a part of my life. I wish that I'll meet everyone again ❤️❤️

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  8. Super ma💚
    "Promises made to stay in touch,
    Yet reality says it won't be that much" - true lines

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  9. Gonna be a major miss in our life....
    Maybe be the promises can be kept at times....❤️‍🩹🥹
    Already started to miss u all so much guys♾️

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  10. Naenacha oru Matiri feel la iruku. 😒

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