I see her sit there, I want to speak, but apprehension holds me back. Each day comes and goes, and I remain silent, and unresponsive. Summer break is now upon us, and I am still unsure what to do.
I have this hope that each day and each year will be better and brighter than the one which preceded it; the years have not met my expectations and have not stopped moving forward, but neither have my hopes.
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