At the top of Thomsen Hill,
waiting for a goodbye,
a forgotten memory,
a lost picture,
a piece of his life,
fading away.
Ossenberger Hall,
his not-so-sweet home,
where he read,
book after book.
But he was leaving,
once again,
packing his bags,
leave this goddamn place,
school after school.
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