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Rated: E · Poetry · Tragedy · #1104781

A question I asked while laying in bed with a back injury my senior year of High School.


Why does fate separate me
From the one thing that I love
The bright shining instruments
And wearing the clean white gloves

Why does fate separate me
From my uniform, red and black
Standing with my feet together,
Head up, and shoulders back

Why does fate separate me
From the girls with whom I flirt
The Freshman whom I tease
And the guys who are not jerks

Why does fate separate me
From the S.S.H.S. Band
Even though I'm not there guys
I'll support you from the stands.
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