I stand on the precipice of a new beginning,
Which is a euphemism for an ending,
and I look back on the freedom
and the diversions and the discourse
and the dining and the drinking and the dancing
and I know my jealous mind will miss them,
But my heart will not admit it, and I will be alright.
The friends though, the friends...
My heart already mourns their absence in foresight.
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