Which way do I go from here
My pink bags are fully packed
My heart is wholly weighted with fear
No more play dates, toys or youthful cheer
Far behind me is my childhood, so dear.
The future looms in front of me, so drear
A tear slides down my face
And Goodbye falls out of my mouth
North, East, West or South
Which way do I go from here.
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