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Looking out of the Window

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Looking out of the window,
she departs from the station, with some hestitaition
about the journey ahead, moving away from home and the childhood memories.

Looking out of the window,
she remembers how mum cried, dad hugged her but looked smug
about the university acceptance letter to study medicine,
but she is hesitant over the journey ahead from home and the childhood memories.

Looking out of the window,
she had agreed for Janet her younger sister to have her old bedroom, but feels feel gloom
over giving up her personal things from the past, but this was bypassed by Janet who was elated,
but now she feels hesitate over the journey from home and the childhood memories.

Looking out of the window,
is the future of new beginnings.
What lays ahead are new friends, studying, a degree, and her parents that will still visit her,
as the train moves very fast from her home, from the past to the new journey ahead.

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