So, there's the Magazine Incorporation.
And, there's also the Sports Day.
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As I stepped into the school gate, a pang of sadness came charging towards me. Everything in the field was torn down. There was a twinge of remorse and guilt somewhere deep beneath me. I don't know if it's right to express joy. At first - I was all thrilled and couldn't wait for it to come down, in order to avoid the memories from gushing in my mind. But, it just feels wrong.
I don't know if I should be expressing my depression. Because well, I thought I was all immune and numb to (can't say it)
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I remembered. Some might have accidentally slipped away from my mind. But not forgotten, never.
