Why did I stop only to be saddened to walk from our school's door again?

The Auditorium stage is all quiet now and the halls with there lockers are bare, how I keep looking into the classroom where my classmates attended and seeing them in my mind's eye there,

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and how I feel so deeply saddens overtime forcing me to walk away from our school into my maturity from another time and place looking back when we were so much younger and how time keeps moving us away from this static life where we once all lived there too, and how saddened to walk from our schools door again.
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