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So I got no idea what to call this poem.

I remember we used to hang out,

Laugh and cry as the time passed,

But next year will change our lives,

Because we'll be in different classes.

And I'm afraid of next year,

We'll only say 'hi' to each other,

So when one of us starts to cry,

Its a sign that our friendship dies.

It will repeat for next year,

and we all feel like its a deja vu,

I really hate it!

I don't want to lose a friend like you.

But we can't stop the time,

And we got to face our fate,

For next year all we got to do,

Is sit down and wait...